There was no way around it now. With Harold’s death, the image of the autopsy was constantly swimming in my head. But time was a precious commodity....I had no time to paint.I took Melody, Lexi, Mom, and Dad to the airport Sunday morning at ten. They were headed to different gates, but it didn’t really matter since I couldn’t pass through security anyway. I wondered what it was like in the ‘old days’ when you could kiss your lover goodbye at the gate. Or like in Casablanca where you stood at the. What's down is the future. I guess I'll keep going down.The ground isn't too far away anymore. No, that's not ground. It'sice. A frozen lake. That's where I need to be.I kick my legs out above me and hurtle my body forwards. Downwards.Towards the lake. Towards the ice. Not too fast, but fast enough. Ihave to break through.Down, down, past the wind. I have to break through. I can see thecracks down there, I can see the current beneath the ice. Down, down,to the bottom, to the lake,. She continued stroking her cunt while her tongue probed up the chute.Soon Velvet's searing pain turned into a seething pleasure. Her unrequited desires once more brought themselves to the fore. She wanted Vulcan's cock.Arabella watched her daughter become a raving slut right before her eyes. What would her father think of her noble air should he see her now?Arabella gripped the erect pole and darted it in and out of the little pink hole to bud it open more. The cunt lips strained open to accept. "Jane noticed lately that the village folk had taken to whispering behind her back and she feared the full extent of her sexual exploits were the subject of much rumor-mongering behind her back. The spell of the wicked witch was so strong that she cared not a whit about what the common folk spewed to her detriment. In fact, she was aware that her reputation had already caused her to be pleasured with more than one village male willing to compromise his soul to bury his sword inside her soft.