." Linda paused for a moment, "wouldhave killed me. You know it and I know it. You saw it in your dream." Linda I am not even sure if those dreams rea...ly see the future." Faithsaid referring to her prophetic dream, similar to the dreams of thevampire Slayers from the television show. "The dream said that I had tolet the device go with John or you would have been killed, but you beingchanged in to John, well that's..." Faith trailed off."It's better than being dead." Linda said trying to be. Their kiss starts slow and sensual, but gradually turns more passionate. Lacey slides a thigh between the girl’s legs as they kiss and almost instantly feels Alyce start to grind on her. The movement of the teen’s boiling pussy sliding up and down on her wet thigh feels carnal. The woman lets her continue for a few minutes before withdrawing her leg. Alyce whimpers right away.“Do you need to cum again?” she asks the young teen.Alyce looks at her lover and smiles. “Yes, and I was so close. I crumbled it into a tiny ball and tossed it into the kitchen bin then I called my secretary, Joyce. Joyce had been with me since I’d hung out my shingle six years ago. I still laughed when I thought about her interview. Her parents had grown up in the Bronx where some words had mighty strange pronunciations. I had first learned of this from some of my father’s friends. “Oil” was pronounced “erl” and “burner,” “boiner.” Somehow the term “oil burner” was reversed into “erl boiner.” Joyce. "FUCKING WHILE I'M AT WORK! FUCKING!" he screamed down at her nakedly cringing body. "WHAT ABOUT JEANIE? WHAT KIND OF A MOTHER ARE YOU ANYWAY? DID SHE GET A GOOD LOOK AT HER MOTHER SCREWING ON THE SOFA?" Ooooooh," Fran could only wail with the terrible burden of the truth, which was a hundred times more dreadful than the awful things of which she was being accused."Who was it? WHO? SOME CANDY-ASSED PHOTOGRAPHER, I'LL BET! ONE OF YOUR OLD BOY FRIENDS!"Fran sobbed. Was he so far from wrong?.