By now a puddle of Charlette’s blood and urine was collecting at her feet. His ratty unkempt hair hd his face from passers-by, and his punk attitude scared them further away. Thousands of devils, murderers, and demonic faces passed through Benjamin’s grasp, but he didn’t take a liking to any of them. Soon enough he was furiously bashing passer-by’s in the kneecaps, and just bashing people in the back, or in the stomach. Benjamin Bradley as a young man, abouty 17 years old, a slender young man, but strong never-the-less. Benjamin pushed his throbbing uncircumsized member through Charlette’s hymen, and into her tight virgin vagina. “Whatcha doing?”
“Just walking around I guess” she replied this time looking at Benjamin longer. He grabbed his baseball bat and stretched the mask over his face, the fun as about to begin. She was younger then Benjamin originally gauged, she just looked 16, she was probably more like 11, or 12, this would account for her flat chest, but by now Benjamin’s lust took his mind.
