A woman with a fire-blackened face was cradling what was left of her husband and was screaming at her, calling her a murdering bitch. Lena knew that t...is was her fault but her mind was reeling with shock, unable to comprehend how, why... Then all of a sudden the din, the screaming, the fires and the running people all froze like someone had pressed a pause button. Only she seemed to be still moving, and she wondered if this was all a nightmare until a man in a white jacket walked in front of. “What, boi,” Chuck grinned. “Your body so hot.” “Yours is too. Put that bubble butt in the air while you suck on this dick.” “Yes sir!” “Ahhhh, shit. That feels good! Now lick on this finger real quick so I can put it in that booty hole.” Chuck spanked Roman as he worked his index finger in the tight brown rectum. “Gotta get that fag pussy ready for my dick,” Chuck shared. “Yethhir,” Roman muffled with his mouth full of Chuck’s nice inch dick that was as thick around as sissy’s wrist. “Mmmmm.. "Call it intuition; call it a gut feeling. I saw they were pacing us along the sidewalk and whispering to each other." Have you ever killed anyone before?" she asked."I can't answer that right now. There were things that happened when I was in the Marine Corps that I can't talk about." I'll accept that. I also accept that you did what you did because you care for us. I love you, John." She came over and sat in my lap and put her head into my neck.Lena came down stairs and saw us, "Aw, how. Whilecooking or cleaning or doing any one of the myriad of servile dutiesthat kept the household running spic and span, Doris was always such awhirlwind of activity. Diane had come to really rely on her, and askmore and more of her. And Doris always accepted everything Diane askedher to do without argument - not that she was really in any position toargue. Jack no longer had to send his shirts to the cleaners to bewashed and pressed. Doris did it. Diane hadn't had to prepare a singlemeal in.