Food poisoning, sure – clearly she’d been here setting this all up instead of stuck in the latrine evacuating her bowels.
Boy-toy’s of course were destined for the opposite, even in death. Until he was fully cooked and carved, until he passed through the portal to begin taking his eternity of bony satyr’s organs, he must be properly garnished and stuffed. Ellen handed Lilli an enormous zucchini.
Taking an un-admitted tip from Toni in Cleveland, she lubed the bulbous, football-sized end of this with an entire bottle of cayenne pepper sauce. Even so, had Bobby not still been stretched beyond his elastic capacity by that Armageddon of gang-bangs only half an hour or so ago they might have found it impossible to force such a prodigious squash inside him. As it was, it took both of them pushi
