He noticed she was wearing a necklace he’d bought her years ago, a thin gold chain with a heart shaped pendant. Inside the pendant was a picture of ...he two of them. She saw him looking at the necklace and stopped smiling. As he turned back to the wash he heard something metallic clink against the side of the washer. When he turned around he saw the necklace on the floor.She wasn’t done, she got right behind him. He could smell her perfume; she pushed her chest up against his back. He could feel. It did, too, of course, in relatively short order, as, relaxing, her anusopened, accepting the inevitability of his presence within her bottom,and he drew his hips well back, watching his magnificent Black cock slideback through the impaled opening into her bowels, inch after inch of itshuge thickness coming into view between her satiny white buttocks.Again, the stark contrast of his ebony cock against her snowy bottomcaused a sense of godlike power to swell within him, and his monstrousmember. ”She looks at Jack, he nods, and she nods. “Yes, go ahead, and please don’t have any photos where he can be easily recognised.”“I intend to use some of the photos from the railway station. Their security cameras aren’t all that good for identification at the range concerned, but they do show him to be Caucasian and what he did. They’ll be a lot better than any of just him.”Mrs Smith looks around the group, “For the moment, I think it best we leave those two alone. All of his dreams, plans, and. Sometimes we would play card games, and we also had two board games we liked to play of an evening; Scrabble and Monopoly.Since I was such a compulsive writer, I had built a pretty good vocabulary for a kid. I also had a talent for recalling tons of useless and obscure words and information. It seems that just about everything I’d ever read would stick to my brain like glue. Later on, I learned that I had an actual condition called an eidetic memory, and that particular ability meant that I was.