Not something you wear to church mind you. She paired it with a shiny pair of bright pink pleather pants. They hugged her ass tight. Some new paten... leather black heels made me think she wouldn't be out late, those shoes killed her feet.She said I was to stay home tonight. She wasn't going far and wouldn't be out late. This usually meant she would fuck someone in the bar bathroom or out on the outdoor patio. A few drinks, a quickie or two and she would be back. Off she went. I stayed. “Morning, Mr. Carson,” the chorus of my daughter's school friends rang out. The aroma of freshly baked breakfast treats and freshly used pineapple shower gel wafted through the air. “Good morning girls,” I smiled back, almost pressing my dick into the kitchen cabinet. There was no chance I was going to show myself up by pitching a tent in front of a giggling group of girls. “Hope you all slept well,” I continued, slipping a bagel into the toaster. “Yeah,” they echoed. A shout of appreciation. Just loose sand that sent him tumbling all the time. The fact he earned the name Tumbles was, as Wordy told him, deliciously perfect.Well Wordy, he was about to join you in the land of blue sands.Except, not. As the blackness of the pit cave swallowed him, he felt a slope of rock catch him. There was only blackness now, the cave devouring him like one of the sand worms, but a sand worm’s insides were probably soft and acidic, and his head, arms, and legs kept slamming into more and more hard,. But as the day goes on he feels the weight of another sit beside him. The old mans name is charlie and he senses that the person beside him is not from this world. Charlie says welcome stranger you are not from around here are you? The stranger was Clara's father Caim. Caim tries to speak but Charlie says no need my friend you have a weight upon your heart you are running from something or is it that you are slowly fading away and trying to spare your family the pain. Caim lowers his head and.