A smallsuitcase on the filthy pavement beside her contained all of her worldlypossessions; she hadn't eaten for four days nor bathed for two. Shewant...d no truck with whoever was in the car.As the black behemoth entered the tunnel, the high beams lit up,dazzling her. She raised her hand to her eyes to shade them."There. That one." The man in the backseat of the limousine pointedto the dishevelled young girl shielding her eyes."She looks pretty shabby Guvnor," the chauffeur commented."They. And I don't know why, but it looked so feminine, smooth, with just a tiny landing strip of hair on her pubis.I was still dressed, my hands frozen on the waistband of my pajama pants. So, I decided to jump into the unknown, and pushed my pants to the floor, trying to overcome the shyness of having consciously compared our penises in my mind.We were now standing in front of each other, naked. If even for a moment I thought that I'll get hard, it was clear that it wasn't going to happen. I was too. I need for my mother to hold me." We went in there and sat on the sofa."Charlie, you will never be so old that I can't hold my boy." We held each other and cried some more.Lunchtime was approaching. "You will have to make a first decision soon because they will be here. If you don't want to see her. I will meet them on the porch and send her away. If you will see her, you might decide upon any conditions for future conduct. I expect both her parents will be with her. She is a basket case right. Ireland, how does that tongue feel back there? Great or what?” I asked Ireland, who moaned with ecstasy as she felt said tongue glide along her butt-crack.“Fuckin’ A! Keep it up, please!” Ireland pleaded while I went back and forth from her juicy, sloppy snatch to Frankie’s.That was when Lilith brought in our latest prospect. Miranda Kerr. It was her idea to bring the Aussie model directly down to Hell to show her that torment wouldn’t be her fate. It would at least neutralize Evan Spiegel’s.