An animal force that Growls in it’s need to use the part of itself to keep the song alive. The heart does not fade, it grows stronger. Life blood, t...e essence of power within the universe, flows into the decimated, war-torn veins. No life can withstand this need, this acidic burn. It summons the song within the heart and brings it into full bloom, making the near cadaver kick with sudden, new, pain. Life flows greedily into the being that summoned it so desperately. Water, life. Blue life.. ’ ‘The owners are friends and I feel comfortable here, plus the food is great. Are you disappointed Kathleen, we can go someplace more fashionable next time.’ ‘No, I’m not disappointed. This place is perfect. By the way my friends call me Kathy.’ ‘Not me, I won’t call you that,’ I replied. ‘Don’t you want to be my friend?’ She teased. ‘Yes I would like to be your friend. As I said before, you’re intelligent, dedicated, and beautiful and that’s too much of a handful for a Kathy. Kathleen is an. She is a Marocan lady in her late 36 of age nicely fitted like a doll and we are so close friends but never had any sexual thaughts or intention.Picking her from the arrival terminal she delighted me with her outfit, she had such a very short slim leather skirt which shows clearly her nice rounded cracks and on the top a tiny nearly transparent shirt let easy her half bras seen too made her moves much sexual but to be frank she lighted me up. Seating by my side in the car when talking to her. He held her and wasn't sure about all of this. Kelly looked like was coming on to him. He knew she had a good buzz going on, but why in the hell would she be coming on to him. He was her Dad. "Alright, I guess that'll be fine," he said with a big smile and gave her meaty ass a good, firm slap."Ouch!" she yelled and grabbed her butt. "Why'd you do that?" Kelly asked as she rubbed her stinging ass, enjoying the feel of it radiating through her hips and between her legs, deep into her already.