I look to my left and see an explosion near the side of a large mountain. Fuck that must have been the plane. Floating down, I see I am heading down to a rocky outcrop. Oh, this is not going great. Then I see a smooth bit of rock. I sort of shift my body that way. I grip the sides of my parachute, and with running feet, I hit a rocky landing that leads to the forest. I stare at a pine tree like a foot from me. Fuck, from mile-high club times five hundred to plane crash and losing Bell. How do I process that? Maybe Icarus shouldn’t have been painted on the side of the plane? Fuckpig lay on her back watching a buzzard circling as Rinkla Bezumu fucked her, she liked the little hillock by the old Tennis Court at the former Country Club, now local ZANU PF headquarters, because she could watch what went on and it was near Hardcore to the kennel where she lived and the kitchens where she stole her food. Her fingerless hands had healed now, and the skin on her stumps where they had severed her legs at the knee was hard and calloused and she was able to discard the child's boots she used to wear if she kept away from the Tarmac. She liked an early morning dip in the river and would wallow in the mud banks to get a nice coating of mud to avoid sunburn. She was getting fat, not from pregnancy, Her friend and surgeon Mr Stephens had seen to that, but from eating scraps, she was so scared of starving that she was eating too much, a great big fat lazy fuckpig. None of her clothes would have fitted had she been allowed any, but she was the official ZANU PF imperialist fuckpig and fuckpigs don't wear clothes. She liked to wear her boots in the mornings and had learned to put them on herself, then she would go to the carefully manicured lawn, now used as the parade ground where The Officer took the salute and have a shit as the flag was raised, kneeling on all fours like a Pig, sometimes she would eat an apple as she shit, but no one thought of her as a person anymore so her act of defiance was ignored. Stephens had realised he could read her lips and they had long conversations in the moonlight, she would not let him fuck her but used her mouth to keep him satisfied, with no tongue to obstruct her facial orifice his prick fitted easily into her throat, and she breathed easily as he shot his load each evening, but each night she returned to her lonely kennel and he to his bunk. Cumshots She had made other friends, Bush and Blare the Rottweillers, she had stolen food from the kitchens for them, and spent time with them, sooner or later she knew they would be ordered to attack her, she sneaked into Blare's kennel one stormy night he was unsure but after eating the meat she had stolen for him he allowed her to give him a blow job, and soon he realised she wished him to mount her. She came to enjoy her nights with the dogs, when she trained them to take her cunt and to fuck face to face not doggie style she found the experience emotionally satisfying, the knot keeping them together when passion was spent, and she appreciated the warmth of their fur coats in the cold African nights, she visited them in turn, one tonight the other tomorrow, after seeing Stephens in his quarters and then dozed on the hill by the tennis court in the daytime as the Soldiers fucked her. She sometimes thought of her previous life but there was always someone needing to fuck her or else with her obscenely enlarged breasts her nipples were touching the ground as she bounded along stimulating her so cumshot that she needed to find someone for sex that really she had no time for such thoughts. "What would you wish for if you could have anything?" A voice asked as she was fucked again. "Campari and Ice," she whispered as she had painstakingly learned to do. The Officer Blowjobs roared with laughter, he had asked, she had not known it was he. He was troubled, white women were supposed to hate sex, Groupsex yet she seemed every bit as oversexed as the young girls from his own tribe, perhaps there were no differences under the skin. He quickly set the treasonable thoughts aside. After what seemed like an hour to Harry, he heard Ginny moaning and panting. Even as her nipples were painfully twisted it only prompted a minor reaction. "Am I? Could this effect the 2 stars she had now. Seething with rage, she spoke angrily. I told her that I now had several stories published, but would not tell her where to find them. “Ahhh Diana, mmm.” I groaned down at her, letting her know I was enjoying her as much she was enjoying me. We had a lazy day by the hotel pool with me wearing my orange check cotton bikini, well the bottom half anyway. “Are you a bad girl?” “Shut the fuck up!” Julia growled, ripping me from the mirror with surprising strength. The Chinese Embassy was a drive but it was the only one I remember having 'questionable' employees from my short time working at the company. They'd heard her Groupsex pleas, and knew how to answer them. There Cumshots were a couple of empty feeders, my guess, they were for deer and some other types of broken down feeders that appeared to be used for various birds and scavengers. Once I went to Blowjobs a safe place far from locals I unzip my track pants and sit within the bushes in squatting position and took my dildo out and thrust it as fast a possible. She asked with genuine concern. “It's my tits, right?” I asked. He Hardcore stood up as they entered. My cumshot brain wasn’t exactly controlling the words coming out of my mouth. "Oh" she said thinking. Ram that dick in me.”