Holding my emotions back I almostran to the station avoiding anyone on the rapidly busy streets.I got a few looks on the train ride home and thankfull... none of myneighbours saw me enter the flat and ride the elevator back to myapartment.Rushing to get through the door as quick as possible I slammed it shutand burst into tears my emotions finally getting the better of me.After a while and a couple of teas to calm my nerves I started to feelbetter. Honestly I had never felt the thrill and. I went to the kitchen and returned with three large bananas. Turning Ana over on her stomach; I played with her shapely ass and then inserted one of the bananas into her well lubed rectum and pumped it in and out before jamming it almost totally inside. Turning her back over, her pale corpse laying spread eagled on her back; I had to have her one more time with my own fleshy "banana" before I inserted the yellow fruit into her. I slid my cock into the cold, dead, sticky pussy and fucked it. Did I not see it already?' After hours of spectating, Zax started to wonder. 'I did ... not see it, but perceived something that felt the same'.The combination the speck of light appeared on was of three combined fragments. Holding this small combination, Zax looked for more fragments that could fit it.'No'. He declared without looking at the individual fragment. 'No, no, no, no... ' There were many individual fragments, finding one for this three pieces combination was taxing. Moreover, Zax's. Her hair always brown curly up right, but full of bounce, like her boobs that were bigger then my wife’s by far. The thing that I liked about her, is her feet. Which fits into my feet fetish, and she was tied at number 1….with a certain friend. Kimberly is the type who wears no socks or shoes unless she has to deal with snow. So many times that I saw her, I took pics, saved them for such rainy days. This story is inspired about a moment when she and I talked about her feet. One evening, she.