I will post chapter sensual 13 if I get enough positive votes and or comments.Ryan said.Hey, can I get you a beer or glass lezzy of wine while we're working on this?Who do you think?One more hug and I left.Then I showed her how to warm up the frozen veggies in the microwave.There was also Natalie.There was something off about Night Eyes.He climbed on with her.He pushed her down onto her back and started kissing her.I watched as the man finished granny old and relaxed, then he pulled of her and the camera focused on her bald pussy as his cum leaked out of her, proof to the entire world he had just filled his lil teenaged daughter with his cum.I stepped closer.How we Lesbian were going to put it all away baffled me, I tell him as we are driving slowly through afternoon traffic. Uuuhhh… She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a suddenly prominent point of red flashing light.The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her.Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building's roof, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit granny for its very unique purpose.With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing. Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose? She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. W-what did you do to me! Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker's ears. Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle, I beat you. She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes, Now sleep, things will be different when you wake up… Fais old de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt Lesbian it. W-what? W-... Uhh.. Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its hold on her.Tracer’s dreams were less than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away.A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark lezzy to be real. Movement, pain, music? Flowers?Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the sensual very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress.