They find their way deep inside her and tantalize her blood, enticing her with a carnal pulse way down in the depths of her core. She half wakens with a shudder. A moist heat and an uncomfortable throbbing grow in her, causing her to moan with an appetite that’s not for food.� She is too tired not to feel it but way too tired to give in. � The chatter of the morning fills the air. The new day's sun shines upon the eyes of the man in the bed. He wakes with a start, in a place unfamiliar.� His vision is unfocused and burns in the brilliance, his ears pound with the sound of his own heart.� His brain fills with remembrances, of death and agony and blood and screams.� Panicked eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, as adrenaline courses through his veins and set his thoughts ablaze. The light focuses through the window and pulls his attention to the figure in white,� sleeping fitfully, in the rickety chair overlooking his bed. Her face, alien, yet familiar, is adorned in a serenity that settles his pulse and fears.� The sun’s rays silhouette her curves, as it glows upon her skin, flickering through the diaphanous cloth, offering him a glimpse of her. His pulse quickens again, at urges more rousing, more passionate, than animal or cruel. Figments, thai of days past, filter through him fondly. Her soft healing touch, the firmness of her breast against his chest, the warmth of the energy she seemed to will into creampie him, and that soft soothing melody she hummed, that charged� him against surrender. � From where these visions come, he does not know. From where japan she has come and how they had happened to this place, he realizes he's blind to that too. He watches as the light touches on her face and, as her chest rises and falls, reveals more to him of her subtle charms. She looks soul-spent, but beautiful. He turns to his side and grimaces at the stiffness in his neck and shoulders, his neck cracks and he freezes in a moment of ecstatic release. � She wakes, just like she's done every time the bed creaked under the return of his discomfort. She stretches her back, raises her arms to the sky with a stiff, side to side sway, then opens her eyes to check on his state.� She smiles when she sees, he's awake and his pain is now at ease.� Her eyes spark with an energy that seems to command her body to life and, with a slow and deliberate effort, she stands from her vigil, slips off her dress, places it on the seat and drifts towards him, watching his attention embrace her as she closes the distance between. � His eyes dilate as they trace the contours of her hips and the delicate curves of her waist.� They track the scars that flow from just under her chest and across her ribs, only to wane from his view behind the soft indentation in the crook of her arm. She flushes as they widen at the sight of her small but firm breasts, and� again, when they touch upon japanese the subtle mound of flaxen strands that adorns her sex. Their� eyes meet� again and he sees a longing, no, he sees asian a knowing, a burning and honest sense of things, that drowns out the distance of their ages,� entwining their fates within a single thread. She leans to the fabric and grips the edge. � He doesn't protest, when she pulls the blanket from him or as she nestles her body into his.� It's a comfort he remembers from somewhere within the haze.� She places her head on his chest and exhales, content and happy.� He pulls the blanket over them both, wrapping an aching arm around her.� Her hand falls delicately on his chest and she settles into a much deserved and very deep sleep. The questions in his mind somehow don't matter in this moment. They'll just have to wait. He brings her in tighter, brushes the hair off her face and falls into a gentler rest. One that’s finally free of pain and, kindly, void of nightmares. The strength and weight of the two men backing the girls added a whole new dynamic to the exhibition as they gradually stretched their partners breasts a little further at the creampie encouragement of the screaming bikers. After another minute of this brutal fucking, the man bellowed that he was going thai to cum. So, I just sat and watched her. Jerry was even excited looking at the image. Hers felt different, but still very erotic. Moaned. Chas turned it over, smiled then said, I wasn’t sure what she had planned, but I sure as hell was not going to refuse. With another boy’s cum on my lips, the tears finally fill my eyes. Come on, climb on, we’ll take you back.” She wanted to cry. “Fucking hell!” I heard one of the men say, “I didn’t see that when we came in.” The distinct odor of sex waved out of her room confirming her prior actions. Four tall japanese stands, one at each corner of japan the bier, still held the melted stubs of candles. When I got to my house, I sorted my laundry and started the washing machine while I went to shower and got ready for a quiet evening, I need a little rest after the trip to San Antonio. That’s Stacy Mills!? "See you tomorrow Miss Monroe" thinking about what happened that night was getting asian me aroused!