In fact, she had therefore discovered the second floor of "spiritual burglary". Make you dream away, almost see the characters before your eyes, creat... the cries and whispers, the groans and grind of teeth between your ears. I have broken into your mind, you no longer need words written in capital letters because you hear them internally, according to your experiences and fantasies.I wish you a lot of reading pleasure (and additional activities), to fully understand the story, read the parts in. My body was almost super human with Olympic level strength, speed, agility and dexterity. The date was November 27, 2006, just slightly more than a year after I had died as Darren Hornsby. I had been staying at this fleabag motel for two months and was a regular at Ms. Crystal's establishment.People believed I was a former factory worker from Pittsburgh who, after being thrown out by my wife, had relocated to Rexville in hopes of finding better luck. I had taken a job as a bouncer at a nearby. In the van on the way to our place Nikki sat on my lap with no where to sit. From there she rubbed her tight ass on my dick for a good feel. About half way there she was ready to fuck every nigger in the van and had her jeans down to her ankles bent over between three of us with her ass changing directions.She was grabbing her ankles and begging us to eat her shaved pussy. I grabbed her ass and dug my tongue between her pussy lips stretching for her clit. Her pussy felt tight and tasted. .How dare talk to me like that?- I talk like i want to, close the door.that's it he freezes and i'm just waiting for him enjoying his confusing look. Oh! he blushes looks cute on him.and he did close the door.- Now you are an annoying bitch and you have to calm down. and i do know how to do that to you.fuck he looks so cute his face is so red and his eyes are down , he can't watch me in the eyes- come here.he stands between my legs like sweet puppy waiting for reward- look at me. like that baby.