‘The blue one.’ He then began walking away. ‘Just a minute young man.’ Benni turned. ‘Why the blue one?’ ‘It’s you soul color.’ ‘H...w on earth did you know that?’ ‘I didn’t, but as soon as those blues came close to your skin they seemed to fuse into you. My granny taught me about colors, she was an artist.’ ‘Well I never. Is there anything else you can tell me?’ ‘Yes, that bra you’re wearing doesn’t suit you.’ Bette flared and was about to chew his ear, but hesitated, he’d been right about her. The Predator watched her falter in her red high-heels and his eyes followed the back seams on her gossamer black stockings from where they began at the fashioned Cuban heels to where they disappeared under her black leather miniskirt, her well rounded arse was emphasised by the tight skirt. Her white nylon blouse glowed ethereally in the dim neon lighting; the colours from the cheap beer signs creating highlights in her blonde bob and reflecting off her jewellery; she was the most desirable. He moves his hands from his lap, exposing it more actually."Can I please do what I've wanted to for so long?" I say, my mouth watering."Of course, my little Angel." He says.I undo his pants, pulling them off his hips as quickly as I could. My hands shake a bit and my mouth forms an 'O' at the site."How big?" I ask softly."8 and a half." He chuckles.I take his cock, admiring it before dragging my tongue along the bottom of it. I swirl my tongue around the head of it before sliding his huge,. Grace led me straight to Catherine who rose as she saw us approach.No words were exchanged as Grace wrapped Catherine in her arms. I stood back as they hugged. One of them, having recently lost her son, and the other, having lost her mother. For the bond Catherine and Grace were forging went beyond mere words. Finally, still without speaking, they turned to me and I stepped forward, wrapping them both in my arms. I sensed that I was their adhesive, the commonality of their equation."Are you.