Thisman wants to hurt her, wants to see her suffer. She catches a glimpseof the bulge at the crotch of his tight leather pants. Yes, he wantsher to fe...l it. He crops her taut young thighs, always hitting the muscles just so,maximizing her pain. Then he returns to her breasts, harder now, hardenough to bruise. She howls. He moves down once more, to the thighsand then inward, sweet Jesus no--but yes, of course, he is croppingher cunt, striking the sweet tender lips with glorious abandon as. My arms, and legs like snakes of their own volition wrapped around behind Harry, and tried desperately to pull all of his black ass into me. But to no avail as the granite man mountain refused to be moved any more until he was ready. By then he was suckling on my left boob, and I was well on my way to the next orgasmic plateau. In and out like an infallible metronome that big black cock of his pumped rhythmically back and forth in my overwhelmed white pussy. Up and down his ebony ass rose, and. This morning after Jaed left for work Burt Slade of the Harrisburg group drove past. After verifying there were no more autos there or signs of life, Burt called for the drone to inspect the place. One of our small camera drones was carried there to do the job.The flyover by the drone only proved Jaed was a junk rat with household trash dumped everywhere. There were no storage sheds or anything else large enough to store anything in nor were there any bikes anywhere on the property. One more. But all of the lighting information had to be added to the plain sketch. I could see it in my head. Therefore, I could draw it.Mahler, Symphony No. 2. Paint on my brush, I attacked the paper in short bursts. Focal points, Doc had called them. Just a quick stroke to establish where the eye would be led. Six women focused on the reclining nude. The nude with her eyes fixed on me. Two unnoticed in the background shared a kiss. When the stunning vocals of “The Resurrection” in the last movement.