“Real abuse isn’t bruises or a black eye anymore,” Chloe interrupted. “It’s not being able to speak your mind because he’s too eager to shut me down. To pick apart every little thing I say and... twist the meanings around. Having him always going against me, opposing—no, oppressing me. When you don’t feel safe in an apartment with your boyfriend, then, hello? You are being abused. Psychological abuse leaves trauma that lasts—” “Wow, so terrible, he tried to politely reason with his entitled feminist girlfriend,” Emily mocked. “Always seemed to me like you were the one oppressing him.” “He can’t be oppressed, retard,” Chloe interrupted. “He’s a man, and we live in his culture, a patriarchal culture. He’s the one in power, and the one that’s oppressing. And, if he ever really is abused, then he should appreciate the goddamn experience, because then he’ll understand what women everywhere go through every single day.” “Are you fucking out of your—” “AHEM.” Rebecca exclaimed rigidly, her soporific expression draining away. “Both of you, just chill down, okay? Seriously, you guys? We’re all friends here. Fingering Friends.” Chill out, Emily had almost corrected her, but instead, she blanched sheepishly and held her tongue. Besides, she’s right. Arguing with Chloe never gets anyone anywhere. How long did my poor Brian put up with that? As the oncoming traffic finally dwindled, the Toys long line of cars behind them now accelerated and began to pass them on the two-lane stretch of blacktop. A little ashamed, Emily sunk down further in her seat as withering stares were directed at them by the passing cars. Rebecca stuck her asian tongue out at them, and her station wagon continued ponderously puttering along at the same tepid pace. [center] • • • [/center] The last strips of daylight crawled up the high-rise hotels as the sun sank beneath the silhouette of the distant cityscape, painting the japanese horizon brilliant shades of orange and pink. The downtown area surrounding the convention center had become a gala of convention-goers and cosplayers. They trickled out from beneath the gigantic AnimeCon banner and spread through the streets to seek out restaurants or the comfort of their nearby hotel rooms. Otaku were chatting with animated expressions, collectors showed off their purchases, and photographers paused for a few last photos. Ordinary pedestrians looked on with curiosity at the procession of unexpected costumes and unusual pageantry, and drivers honked their horns across the crosswalks. Fully armored space troopers strode casually, the stifling helmets they’d worn all day now tucked under their arms, and tired but smiling magical girls began to remove their brightly-colored wigs and let down their real hair. As the streetlights began to flicker on, still more latecomers were just arriving at the convention, pulling into the empty spaces and piling out of their vehicles. Although the vendor’s room had already closed and AnimeCon’s Hairy major Friday events had concluded, smaller events, meetups, and viewing rooms would continue on through the night and into the next morning. Since the big nighttime events, such as the rave, the J-rock concert, and the eighteen-and-older hentai panels weren’t until Saturday, the dwindling Friday-night volunteer staff relaxed their badge-checking discipline. Unofficial policy was to simply wave people through the few checkpoints that were still manned, after all, most of the arrivals this late in the evening were simply fans coming to the convention for the weekend who hadn’t been able to finagle their way out of Friday work shifts, or couldn’t afford to skip out on classes. A scant three city blocks away from the convention, a slim cutie with blond-and-pink hair plodded out of the fifth floor elevator within one of the towering hotel buildings. She wore a strange pink-and-red sundress, long pink gloves and matching pink vinyl costume boots that rose all the way up to the middle of her thighs. A pair rabbit ears hung, slightly askew now, from a hidden headband. Though the nanomites japanese had definitely enhanced me, Hairy I was still vulnerable. ​“Uhhhmmm…” Jesse moaned. The two of us were almost ready to leave by the time Pallus had Vestus was on her hands and knees. “Clint!” I gasped. He could not hold that anymore and went outside to call the judge. I was hoping you had reconsidered.” He said, a little less smooth. Large thuds rained around me, striking the ground, hitting stocks. When he moved the vibrating Hitachi to her clit her pussy exploded with another hard squirting orgasm making her clamp and release his cock with her ass with each pulse of the hard powerful orgasm seizing her whole body. “M-Master?” she asked. Ummmm, that feels wonderful.” He piled her shoes, garter belt , dress, half asian slip, bra and panties beside Mike’s chair. I slapped the bedding, Fred paused. Every soul and demon were like cells, part of a collective consciousness that epitomized destruction. I stood there in the middle of the street, naked apart from my sandals and bag over my shoulder and waved as Manuel drove off. Let me know Toys if that works for you. Tanaya Fingering - Jake and Rashala's baby “He's such a pathetic son. Afterwards, Sally looked around at me, and said in a forced whisper, "Now tell me that wasn't fucking awesome! Sheeka - former evil female Jinn Jake’s 4th Jinn