Plus I really didn't need a pistol all that much anyway. What I did need was coffee. Coffee must have something to do with that power conversion thing... I thought. I had really begun to crave it, so surely it did serve a purpose.After the coffee was on and cooking away, I reheated a plastic cup of what was left from the night before in the microwave oven. It was still good to me, since I loved my coffee old, black, and bitter."Good morning Harvey," I said as I looked back into the dining room. I. He's too tall and skinny to do much else. He wanted to get me killed so that he could go back and talk my wife out of her skirts. It wouldn't be difficult. She's probably spreading her legs for his dim-witted brother right now. I bust my ass to put food on the table and what do I get out of it? Redheaded brats. The bitch's hair is blond, mine is black, where the fuck is red coming from? And if I have to listen to "I have a headache, or it's that time of the moon, or your cock is too big, one. “Gods, yes,” I gasped, my round breast jiggling as I writhed against the bark of the tree.It was smooth and rough all at the same time. I loved the sensation against me as he savored my pussy. He licked at my pussy. He brushed my clit. The pleasure burst through me. I whimpered, my face contorting with such passion. This was an amazing delight.“Las’s big dick, that’s good,” I groaned.“Cernere’s black cunt, you have a pussy on you, bitch,” growled the monster. “Argil likes.”“Bitch?” I purred as. "How can I make you?" Celia asked."Just tell that I have to tell you. I love you so much that I will doanything you ask; you know that don't you?" Adele kissed the top ofCelia's head."It's awful isn't it?" Celia pressed her face against Adele's chest.Adele just nodded."Will you get over it?" Celia's voice was muffled against Adele's softflesh."Yes. Eventually," Adele replied."Then you decide. I won't ask again," Celia sighed.*****Adele slept in; her body needed rest to recover. Celia had.