.eighteen in December." Would there be any reason for us to suspect foul play in his death?"Detective Kirk asked."No...no, Nash was a good boy, real s...mpathetic to everyone," she repliedsoftly."Ma'am, we need to know for our investigation...were you the one whofound him?" Detective Delaney questioned the woman."No. His foster brother Marc found him." She pointed outside where thechildren were standing. One older boy sat in shock, leaning against atree."The boy by the tree, is that Marc?". The doctor said, "I will. Inthe meantime, we are very happy with the progress your daughter ismaking. Physically, she has almost completely recovered, which isremarkable."My new father said, "And her memory loss? My wife said she didn't evenrecognize her when she woke."The doctor said, "The tests show a mild concussion, but no sign ofpermanent damage. I believe it was a shock response, and that eventuallyshe will recover all her memory." So what happens next?" my "father" asked. "We would like. .i groan each time u withdraw your toolthen grunt as u plow back in2 my hole& my ass jiggles with each deep thrust...my own cock is throbbing & pulsingas it flops wetly up & down between us& splatters pre-cum all over our bodies...as u get your ass-r****g rhythm goingu start 2 thrust harder every few times& it bounces my ass up 2 the next stepas u follow me upward & continue...as u slam deep in2 me & lift me upwardyour cock slides over my horny prostate& makes my cock leak even more syrupas the. Arms did not hint at covering breasts; the right was reaching to clutch and draw a lover close. Laura nipples looked clearly aroused; Dan and Greg both knew them excited as they showed. For all the sensual detail Portrait used to display Laura’s body, he found her sexual essence in her painted face. The eyes somehow looked both threatening and inviting. Her lips were painted blood red, maybe whore’s red; lips that could kiss or kill with equal pleasure. Laura’s sexual portrait showed her head.