But what could I tell them? It was just the same thing over again, wasn't it? What was different? The images were the same as before, they just weren'... bundled together in convenient little film strips. I wasn't in the theater reliving... suddenly, it came to me; they weren't the same. I wasn't in the theater, some of the scenes were new... , and I had not felt them. There were no emotions accompanying the flashes. The scene at the window had not been the same as the scene from the theater. In. "That's enough boy ... I said enough ... Hey..." Sinbad grabbed the body of the dead girl, and pulled her from Tim's grip. Tim's hands scratched large pieces of flesh from her arms as the body was pulled away.Tim's eyes had turned a bright shade of red and he looked directly at Sinbad, he tasted the air for the smell of blood, he needed more. His look screamed out a challenge, a threat. It clearly said you dare stop me.The two stared at each other for a minute, a drop of blood fell from Tim's. Anyway, on this particular evening, I see this big white Mercedes Sprinter long wheelbase van pull up, the driver turns off his lights and just sits in the van like myself in the car waiting for any players to arrive. I was smoking a cigarette and had my window down when I saw the guy from the van get out and start walking towards me. As he passes my car he casually says... “Been here long mate ... not many cars out tonight then”?I responded by saying, “Only been here for about 20 minutes mate. Brenda squirmed with pleasure and her hand slipped further into his shorts, allowing her fingers to slide down the shaft of his awesome cock. Her fingertips moved down towards the stem then back up till reaching the clearly defined ridge which marked his circumcised head. Her fingers explored every ridge of his wonderful penis.Max knelt down and slipped his fingers inside the side Brenda’s bikini and slowly slid them down her long slim legs, sliding them off her feet and throwing them to one.