Yet there was still innocence within their look. For he knew they could not see everything. His lover's nose was a marble sculpture, a Grecian ideal o... beauty made flesh. It helped to accentuate the sharp cheekbones, and divided the face with geometric precision into absolutely perfect halves. There are two equal sides to everything, he would say. Just look at my lover's face. The lips were perhaps the most remarkable feature of his lover's face. Thin, but no so thin that they did not feel full. " Yeah. Right. You've always been smarter than your neighbors haven't you," she didn't make that a question."I grew up in a neighborhood of high school teachers, and, yeah, I astounded them all the time."She stood on tiptoe. Simone leaned forward until her nipples brushed my hairy chest. She swayed side to side just a tiny bit. They dragged across my chest like a hot branding iron. I popped a woody."I chose John, my boyfriend, for his intelligence. I am genetically driven to produce smart. "You're still alive, I see." Amanda isn't available, Psycho, can I take a message," I snapped back at her."Oooh it's my husband," she sneered. "You must be missing me badly after having to spend a whole day listening to my mother whine about her precious company. Where are you? I'll send someone to take her off your hands."I hung up the phone. The call was a good one. Charlotte had to be getting desperate, to even try it. The police were probably closing in on her. Since she didn't seem to know. The man still held her around the waist; with his free hand he pressed therounded, bulbous top of the grinder into the juices around her pussy. "Oh, oh, aargh!" she gasped, as the grinder was forced between the lipsof her cunt, it was too thick, much wider than a mans penis! The man twistedit in the creamy fluid and her lips parted obediently, allowing the wide objectinto the opening. She tried to pull away from it but the man held her waistfirmly and the awful intruder squeezed four inches.