He managed to stay on his back, and he instinctively held his gun up to keep it out of the mud. He came to a stop, just in front of the woman, his heart beating so fast that he felt like he was going to throw up. She slightly stirred, easing some of the terror. If they could save her, then at least this day would have some silver lining. “Hey, lady, can you hear me? Are you ok?” he asked, slowly sitting up with his gun across his lap. She hummed and shifted her head an inch. “Lady?” he asked again, reaching out and touching her hair. asian She slowly raised her head up, groaning in pain, but her face was caked in mud. Tim looked up to the men. “Give me some rope.” He was handed one end and three men grabbed the other, ready to pull him and the woman up the bank. “I can smell it,” she whimpered. “Smell what?” he asked. She opened her eyes, revealing two empty sockets, each pouring blood. “YOUR FILTHY SOUL!” Her jaw dislocated like a serpent’s and her cheeks ripped open, as from the depths of her throat, a clawed hand of black, scaly flesh reached out and grabbed Tim’s ankle. He screamed as it crushed his bones in its grip and began dragging him towards the deep mud. All of the men began shooting at the woman, their bullets ripping through her flesh, but she simply receded into the mud with the arm continuing to drag him. Up on the bank, the three men holding the end of the rope had become four, but it was like they were being dragged by a winch. Boyd jumped down and seized Tim, thai trying to pull him back. “I don’t want to go! Don’t let me go!” he sobbed. “I’m not going to let you go! Someone, get down here and help me!” Harold answered the call, climbing down to the edge of the muck and proceeding to blast the hand at point-blank range. His shells did nothing to the unholy creature, its black flesh barely torn by the buckshot, and immediately regenerating like nothing he had ever seen before. It happened in the blink of an eye, something lunging out of the mud and knocking the shotgun out of his hand, breaking two of his fingers in the process. It was a tendril, shooting out like a frog’s tongue. It returned to the mud and shot out again, this time slashing Boyd across the face and gouging one of his eyes. He howled in pain and his grip on Tim faded. The boy gave one last tearful scream before he was dragged into the mud, disappearing beneath the black depths like it was a portal to Hell. With Boyd and the mayor blinded by their agony, the men atop the bank were utterly stupefied, unable to comprehend what they had just seen. It had happened so fast, not japan even half a minute. Tim had been there, and then he was gone, and the forest, filled with screams and gunfire, was once more silent. What had taken him? Had they all just seen what they thought they had seen? They stood like marionettes, their empty guns held loosely in their hands, realizing how impotent they were. Bubbling, it shook them from their stupor. It was such japanese a soft noise that untrained ears would never have been able to catch it, but with only the sound of their own hearts beating, the men sensed it. Their eyes were drawn to the mud, thirty feet away from the bank. Something slowly arose up party as if on an elevator, a head and shoulders, then the rest of the body. to be continued The crowd was turned on and began cheering and whistling as the hard rock beat began for her first dance number. Then….he stopped breathing so heavy and I could feel his thing get softer. How are you going to fix it? Here, I'll give you this. asian "Yes, yes it feels wonderful," Mom sighed. I thought, at first, perhaps because Pedro’s English was not as strong. 'No I pressed my thai breasts over his chest' he said. "Oh Stan, you're funny! Eventually as I continued to squeeze my cock, japanese trying party to get all the cum out I could, it dribbled onto her pussy. Mrs. Umayyah looked delicious in the silver party dress, something far more daring and revealing than the Arab wife used to wear before my harem had corrupted the college professor into deviant sex. You don't give up.” I wanted my daughter to have a wild time. Reluctantly, after three weeks, I knew I had to wean him off of my doing everything for him. “It’s just me Brett. Stephen was no trainer, and despite having that one Poké Ball, his response was predictable: ˝I do not fight…this Pokémon had lots his master…I was accidentally there…now it’s with me.˝ I could have them suck me. I could make them do anything. “Shut it pal,” Big Dave shouted, “Give her one somebody.” “I’m just kidding, I would love to share my fries with you.” Mom japan always did have a way with words. Yee haa!”