French and moved a red piece forward. He put his hat on the floor and attacked his lunch with some vigor, keeping his knees wide apart so as not to dr...bble sausage fat or pickle juice on himself.Mr. French shook the elderly attorney's bony hand, said his own name and then moved one of his faded black pieces toward the side, his usual gambit."I know your daughter, sir," said Mr. Anderson after he chewed down a piece of sausage, countered several moves in an absent-minded fashion and drank some. "You don't know how painful my education in the realities of death was. At the time, I had no idea, none at all, about what death about. And it was never the same from there. Church was never the same, and eventually I stopped going." Did you ever stop believing?" Parts of me did right away, but it took years for it to truly sink in. 'Who is God?' I asked my mother. God is no one," the passion in his voice escalating. "Miracles don't happen, not real ones. I don't, no I can't believe anymore.. It was like a kiss, soft and gentle against herthrobbing ache. Her sister sucked in a sharp breath andreleased it slowly, eyes traveling over her naked body. The feel of the other woman’s appreciative stare madeher even warmer… even wetter… deepening her need totouch her sister even more. She crawled into bed,propping herself up on one side so she could gaze downat Piper’s sweet face, that long, dark hair spillingaround the other woman’s head and shoulders. Her. He opened the door , dressed only in a towel around his waist ( what a sight , his hairy chest , still slightly moist from the shower) he observed me from my feet up to my head , and took my hand and said "come in" , closing the door behind me . He embraced me and kissed me deeply , his hands were al over me ,then he groped my ass and felt the buttplug , he smiled at me and said "GOOD BOY !,he dropped his towel and ordered me to suck him ! I fell on my knees and took his flacid cock in my mouth.