Silence remained, not a word of response could be heard, and soon it was apparent her lover was no longer moving. Pulling just faintly away to turn the whale's eyes widened in horrific sorrow and sheer terror as she watched the lifeless lower half of her lover's body slump and sink to the abyss below, its roots pulling from her with just enough resistance to feel almost as if it was trying desperately to stay. The great dead remnants of a freshly bisected tree trunk descended, the lifeless face of the whale's fallen lover staring with an empty gaze as the last of him vanished into the darkness. "W-...why!? H-...how!?" The whale's teary eyes pierced the depths beyond where her lover had been slain, traces of sap and seed still lingered in the water; soon she could see what had happened. Drifting in the distance, a Brunette horrific and sadistic grimace twisting its hideous face, a burly ape-like creature could be seen glaring down at where the great Sea Oak had been swallowed by shadows. The whale's tearful eyes fixated upon her lover's murderer, and soon his eyes turned towards her; a horrific and indescribable fear chilled her to her core as she watched his hand extend two fingers towards his eyes before shifting to point in her direction. In great sorrow the whale's heart sank, and all she could do was turn and flee. The forest looked upon the partially eaten remains of Papa Sequoia, his cleaved and buthered carcass flickering with the glow of their greatest foe; fire. The ape who had so brutally murdered their daddy had returned, taking position beside Papa's corpse and using his remains to make camp. Piece by piece was hacked away, his trunk ravaged for its bark and roasted upon the fire made from his own flesh before being devoured ravenously by the monstrous ape who had slain him. Each bite he took he would gaze up cruely at the other trees, his eyes cold and filled with malice, almost as if he deeply enjoyed each and every awful feeling they were experiencing. Occasionally the ape would grin, pluck a handful of grass from Mother Earth herself, then stuff the poor creatures into his mouth and chew them slowly as they screamed. Apes had always been selfish monsters who carelessly consumed plant-life, stealing it for their own nutrition and caring nothing for the sacrifice, but to mutilate them only to spit their mangled, bound corpses out upon their loved ones was more than any member of the forest kingdom could amateur handle; what was next was worse. Taking the wad of dead grass in hand the ape withdrew his fleshy trunk from the lower coverings of his body and proceeded to press the mass tightly around its girth. Gripping firmly the ape began to stroke the length of his member from base to tip again and again, and with time the beating grew faster and more intense; green stained the length of the shaft as the tangled bodies of grass grew ever more mutilated. The ape groaned deeply as he pleasured himself, his eyes never once breaking contact with the forest or losing even the faintest trace of sadism, and eventually a thick white stream rushed from his tip and across the grass below. Taking the abused wad to his finger tips he began to wipe his member clean before tossing the remains into the flames. Standing high as he finished, his fleshy trunk steadily falling limp, the ape grasped ex girlfriend the base securely and proceeded to release his liquid waste into the fire below until nothing more remained than embers and charred horror. Smirking the ape tucked his member away, turned his back to the treeline, and proceeded to conceal himself in a canopy made of Papa Sequoia's corpse. Training Samantha part 2. The bathroom was quite exquisite and absolutely huge. Every surface gleamed white except some fittings cast in crystal clear high strength acrylic material. One wall was just a huge mirror. The floor shone with polished tiles, shower heads protruded from the ceiling seemingly randomly, bidets and lavatories and even a crystal clear bathtub littered the room in seeming disarray. Sammy was visibly shocked at the sight. She expected privacy, there was none. “Where do I get cleaned up?” she asked. “Why right deepthroat here,” Lenny blowjob replied, “Coffee?” he emily asked. It wasn't really an itch. Julia looked at it for a painfully long time, and then reached out, and grasped it. Mr. Avery kneeled on the bed, between my legs, and ex girlfriend then grabbed me by my ass and pulled my amateur cunt up onto his lap toward his dripping cock. Feeling energized, last night was the best blowjob sleep I’ve gotten in a long time, I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to drain the tank. I look at her and asked, “What emily did daddy do to be bad, baby?” “It’s okay girls,” I said, “Do as you father tells you.” Mother was unusually gracious to Andrea and me, giving us each a hug. “Wow…it’s deepthroat Brunette a lot to take in…but…YES! She smiled widely, “Really? His heartbeat sped up as he considered what he was about to do to her. "I don't give a fuck!" I opened wide.