The light got brighter. Images flashed, a coffin, a flag…………………………Lamont was still inside her, screwing her ass. Grunting and groa...ing, fucking the girl who was almost gone.The lights streaming through glass stained windows.A white dress. May crowning. Baseball game outing. A wrenching pain, slamming, slapping, her ass, pussy inside.Jose pulled his cock out. Jose wiped up some mess off her faceand shoved it back down her throat. Then he stuck his cock in her mouthfor another face. She must have been working late as she was still in her work clothes. A tight shirt and business pants. Of course these were tight on her. She seems to like wearing her clothes like this. I'm not complaining :-)As we were driving along and chatting, I kept staring at her boobs, large thighs and hips. Her shirt had risen a bit and some flesh on her hips was visible. I could also see a bit of her bra as the buttons struggled to contain her boobs. She was concentrating on driving so didn't notice. Rhonda Dahl, that commander who was here a few months back when the Russians and Chinese were trying to annihilate each other. You had a big pow wow with the Joints Chiefs of Staff members. Rhonda was that green-eyed, redheaded beauty that was tagging along.Little Fox felt a swirling feeling in her stomach. She had never been attracted to a woman before. Chris was all she needed. She felt attractions to other males through life but that was normal. She never lusted for them. This female gave. What was best for the task, in her opinion, was certainly a great spacious wardrobe. Lucy had wanted one of her own forever, she would often ask for it as a present. Lucy lived alone, so on the surface there was no reason for her to masturbate secluded. The truth was, that was the way she used to do it. Those were surely the best memories she had of doing it. They were truly great memories, before everything went wrong. The cold January air began to sweep through the closet, so Lucy decided to.