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"No, Jerry, she won't register anything until I give her the trigger phrase." He surveyed the sports equipment room, 20 feet square, with no windows and a single door. The prone blonde form of Angel Deen was on a stack of wrestling mats, bent forward with her butt in the air, two loads of potent sperm soaking into her unprotected cervix. Jerry handed the man a stack of bills. "Pleasure doing business with you, Jerry," said Bob. Well, the business of pleasure, he amended to himself. Jerry looked down at the insensate Angel. "It's ironic that I earned that money tutoring her," he said. "She just never cared enough to remember my name. Well, we've probably left her with something she'll never forget!" He paused for a moment, capturing the scene to memory, and then he turned and left the room. Bob was quite proud of the scenario he had concocted with Jerry's help and some pointed questions once they had managed to mesmerize the sexy blonde cheerleader: an alien abduction scenario to give everything an unreal quality, her crush on handsome football player Max, a bodyswap for Jerry with him, and her with her fierce rival, all culminating into her desire to hurt the other girl and not caring about the consequences. Well, the consequences were hers now, and she was a real piece of work so he didn't feel bad about Angel Eyes Lady it. He hadn't counted on Jerry shooting off so quickly, but some fast thinking had him taking over "Max's body" in her mind for some "sloppy seconds" in an otherwise tight teenaged pussy. He pulled out his phone and took a few pics for his collection. Then he instructed Angel to forget Jerry and him, and to only remember the Angel Blonde alien abduction as a dream. After asking her to not open her eyes until she counted to 100, he slipped from the room and her awareness. Author's note: Surprise! It's a Suggestible story! Before we ever went to a club, we met with them numerous times to share a dinner, lesbian angels pose our lifestyle questions, and glean from their experiences and counsel. They were our first "fucking mentors!" You might want to go back to CMHW 5 and read about Kevin's training and what he was primarily tasked with as a Seal. Once you understand how dangerous Kevin really was you might appreciate his answer when I posed these questions... "How can you stand seeing someone actually fuck Katie while you are in the room watching? I understand those fantasies really well. Ash and I do that all the time. But watching it happen in real time? Watching some schmuck aggressively take her, then his cum pouring out of her afterwards...as he walks off all smug having just busting his nuts, making her cum wanting HIM not you? You don't want to stop that? Not sure I could Eve Angel masturbates in tan stockings really handle it. And not sure Angel Duro I want to get so numb seeing that and it doesn't really drive me crazy any more!" Kevin didn't smile. Didn't joke or sarcastically reply. He looked me straight in the eye and said... "I never get numb. I never stop going crazy. Almost every time it happens I want to kill the son of a bitch! Almost every time I actually come up with a plan how I'm gunna do it. But always, while it's goin down, I'm feelin this surge, hot as hell, hotter than anything I've ever experienced having sex with her or anyone else. So I focus on that and usually don't kill the bastard." Sounds kinda funny recounting that reply. When Dee had finished the last of her cooling-down jumping jacks she sank to the floor and laid on her back, still breathing hard. Inevitably they would have to have to acknowledge what was happening, but until then, they left it to the pundits and conspiracy theorists. “Just plunge that finger into me and make me feel amazing, Sean!” John has his own room, but Barbara and I share the other bedroom. It was wonderful. I flicked and pinched his pinkish nipples, tongued my way from one to the other. Well, remember what you said at breakfast? His voice was low and sultry as he whispered it in her ear. None the less, we had our smiles in place when I opened the door around 2:00. “It’s all good, I’m just messin with ya. “An egg?” Angel Blonde That night Jon took me to country pub for a meal. Please tell management to ignore any noise complaints. The sperm doesn't really squirt out in little spurts, like it does for most guys. 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