Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I'm psychic, in which case this a work of japanese non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I'm not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes and a proofreader. Be forewarned, these writings may trigger some issue or issues that you have, either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. Chapter 1 : A Ghost,� On A� Cold, Lonely Road Thirty five miles an hour. That was the speed limit for this road. On a good day. This masturbation day, was not one of them. The wind was either trying to drive the rain through the sheet-metal shell that surrounded me or toss me into the rock strewn walls mere feet from my tires. It didn’t really matter what it's intent was, the battle was the same. My hands gripped the wheel, tight enough to feel the threaded seams that bound the leather to its frame, as I reacted to every gust and corrected that teen lumbering beast back between the pavement’s edges. The radio was loud, cranked up asian high enough to be heard above the whistles and howls of the furious, climatic onslaught, going on outside the thin metal armor. “Six feet of snoooooow, coming through my radio,,, It's raining in stilettooos, from here, clear down, to Meeehheexico…”1 Oh, how appropriate that those lyrics and that song, flowed out of those speakers at just that outdoor moment. “My hands are nummmmmm, from hanging on that steering wheel….” But, then again, Little Feat did always have a weird symbiotic relationship with the soundtrack of my life, as did Mr. Seger and even Springsteen, until his angst went from defiance to whining like a little bitch. But I digress. I japanese whimpered as she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and brought them up to our lips. James trailed off, but Lilith nodded, answering his unfinished question. “Master, will you allow me to be your faithful, loyal, servant?” I took a step forward. Cindy told the boy - his outdoor hard cock still inside her. I just needed a little bit masturbation more to asian send me over the edge. When she opened her legs, she reached down and pulled me up on top of her so that I could enter her. But her nipples were perfect. He's so pathetic.” I preferred it that way, it was exactly like the one I had as a kid. “Okay, Becky, we're ready for you,” he said. I was still looking at Jessie’s breasts with a strong desire to get my mouth and tongue on them. I wanted to be finished before Heather. He kissed her stomach, thighs, calves, down to her feet. I put my hand to my forehead and tried to stay as composed as I could as I pulled up to the window. “Men like to watch women with other women, and it will give them a particular kick to see teen twins forced together.” “Ok, except I feel like a piece of meat with them.” I said.