He did not want to marry his mother! Turn the page! "I love sky-diving." Next! "I love sports on TV." Next! "I want a man with a sense of humor. But t...en, don't we all?" "So," Dan thought, "you're saying you're exactly like everyone else? Tell me what makes you, well, uniquely you. Why I would want to date, maybe even marry you, over all those other women who also enjoy a sense of humor?" Dan had read all the way to the end of her profile but she never had said what's unique about her. Next!. Devon looked at him and in a horse voice said "father?" Chadwick could clearly see now that Devon's energy field was pulsing faintly. It was fading! The tips of the iron bar were turning pink and looking at Devon closer he saw that, his son's lips were cracked and his skin was turning pink. 'How long had he endured this torture?' Chadwick thought. It had 2 days since his abduction. He needed to get to his son before it was too late. In heat like this, nothing can endure.Chadwick looked around. My hips jerked for a minute more, until I finally exploded, hugging that length of silicone inside me until my body couldn't take it anymore. I slumped, barely trusting my arms to hold me as my head hung between my shoulders, catching my breath. When I finally looked up again, Davy was laying quietly on the bed, watching me. I eased out of him, used the wipes I'd put nearby to clean off, then unhinged my cock and zipped my pants again. Then, I sat on the edge of the bed, and let a slow breath. I got cleaned up and took my written directions and headed to the western suburbs. I found the house belonging to Pierre and Sonja Farha; he was the manager from Yvonne's office that she had been screwing.The door was answered by an attractive middle aged woman with long brown hair and wearing a bikini, topped with an open white terrycloth robe, leaving most of her body visible. Although she was not a raving beauty, she was very good looking and well-proportioned."Hello. My name is Ray Davis..