With a rather cheeky look in her eye, Wendy leaned over and grabbed a hood from her drawer and laid it on the bed next to me; the signal that she was ...ow ready for me deep inside her. She wasted no time at all, removing her moist panties and got on all fours with her sensational booty positioned high in the air. It was truly a great sight seeing her slim waste suddenly spill out around her hips and into this most delicious of mounds that almost begged me to mount it.But before that, I had. I don't support what people are trying to call 'shock' stuff art. If someone makes a cross out of bat shit, that isn't art. It's a person that isn't a good artist trying to cause a controversy by slinging bat shit at the church and hiding behind 'art'. If you have a problem with the church, write a letter to the paper or sit down and talk with church leaders. Don't hurt the funding for kids and people who're looking for a way to express themselves. Do you want to tell me about the trouble you. Oh, the head shrinks would point out that no two cases were the same, but that was psycho bullshit, at least from his perspective. He still told them what they wanted to hear. If he told them the truth, they’d lock him up and keep him under a mental microscope for the rest of his days. It was easier and safer to keep playing accident trauma victim. He had to stay away from her. They would both be better off. ~~~~~~ They would both be better off. Kara nodded to herself, the decision made. It. He did not let go of me but took me to the shallower edge. His mouth was on me before I could protest. After it was, I did protest but only because we were not out of the stream fast enough. My hands were digging into his chest, his back, his hair… Every surface that I could find. He was sucking on my lips, his hands having already found my bottom. We stumbled onto the land, desire making us forget everything else. Oh God Cass… Too long have I waited…, his breathless voice was murmuring as he.