It was only the whiteness of her stone eyes, staring ever upwards, that gave Jiri a sense of her eternal stillness.Jiri moved over to her, and stared ...own at her beauty, and stared into those cold, alien eyes, searching for some blemish, any imperfection, some sign that she was not human, or perhaps some sign that she was.His cool appraisal of the magnificence of the figure began to give way; he noticed the passing of his detachment with some surprise. This ancient statue had been modelled on. One, of her bound to the bench being used, another of Brittany on the bench, and a tape of the two of them switching off who’s on the bench. And I can do that without using the same shot in any two tapes.But again as she watched the tape she got so excited, I think if she could have endured it, she would have been playing with herself.As we watched the tape, I sprang the news on Heather, of what I wanted her to do. “I knew this wasn’t over”, she sounded not dejected, but fatalistic, “And if I. Let’s say he wasn’t too happy about the situation. April, being the vindictive bitch that she is, forwarded a copy of the video to her dad’s phone. Out of all the fucked up things she could have done, that was probably the worst. I mean, what kind of psychopathic cunt does that? So her dad is threatening my life and if he ever sees me, he’s going to beat my fucking head in, etc. Honestly, I don’t blame the dad. What dad wouldn’t have reacted like that? No dad, I know. And it’s too bad, too,. I hadn't seen that pussy for a long time so as I lifted my arm, I leant over and looked at those lovely lips, I brought my hand down again, she flinched, gripping the bedding, I slid my hand down over her buttocks, my fingers touching over her pussy and down her legs, her buttocks were red with my hand marks over that white flesh. My erect cock was prodding up at her as she lay over my legs, her breathing was heavy, and so was mine, there was excitement between us as my hand came down again and.