Katrina and her husband Lance moved in a few months ago and they kept pretty much to themselves. They went to our church, but this wasn't anything lik... the cute blonde that occasionally played the organ every Sunday.I snuggled up next to my hubby to get a closer look, and it was obvious that the lady passing herself off as a squirting MILF was actually someone that we knew. DJ tried to establish a conversation with her with some corny chat, but Katrina, or Melinda, didn't seem to respond.We. I hate to say, but if the timer had not gone off, I would probably have beaten her ass until I was exhausted. I do not know if she passed out from the pain or if her legs gave out but she slumped onto the table. Her ass was glowing red and welts were starting to form. I went to touch her ass and I could feel the heat coming off it. she would have trouble sitting for the next week. The ice melted almost instantly as I rubbed it on her ass.I wanted to stroke my cock, but I knew if I just touched. As Al drove back to his apartment, his anger began to build. Who did these bastards think they were, anyway? This is the United States, and you just can't get away with that kind of thing here. But, in his heart he knew it was possible. The good old US of A had gone through a lot of changes over the last fifty years. Criminals were protected to the point that they could literally get away with murder. Even if he could prove that the Japanese businessmen murdered his brother, they probably had. The newsprint dots, the writing, the position of the people in the photograph. It was suddenly essential I see something in this photograph. Something that had to do with my new-found gift. I knew this had to do with the 'obligation' which I'd been told about during my dream.I closed my eyes and laid my hand across the paper. With a deep breath, I cleared my mind and allowed the photograph to take shape in my head. The sharpness of the image made the scene fresh and brilliant. The characters.