I studied both pieces. The ankh was surprisingly delicate in design. I had no idea how they had filled the small glass shape with sand because there w...re no seams or blemishes of any kind. The only mark was the cartouche Ishtaaru said was my name.The charm Joey had given me was far simpler. The metal plate, a little larger than a military ID tag, was etched with the picture of an Akita surrounded by the kanjis for spirit, loyalty, obedience and bravery. I remember the day he bought it. Anzu had. His cock grew tight in his pants in its need to be buried in Billie's wet, yielding flesh."Hey, Sam, why don't you take' us out to Zeebee Lee's... you know, that old voodoo woman they ran out of town a long time ago." Hanson smelled Billie's hair and kissed it. "I don't know if she'll remember me but she knows my folks real good." Sho, man, ain't nobody gonna be botherin' you out there." Sam frowned and shook his head. "Wouldn't stay there myself, though..."Hanson grabbed the whiskey bottle. I too started to pressing her ass to my body, with myhands. It gave Binita all the excitement she needed. She put her onehand on my Lund and started masturbating. I liked that but I did notwant to get discharged during the foreplay so I stopped her.I now started kissing her gori-gori neck and I also explored it withmy tongue. water droplets were moving over her fair skin like dewover marble. I collected some of these water droplets which werefalling from her face and moving down towards the. "Get outa my sunshine, you two."Vicki slapped her ass. I picked up my camera bag. We headed downstream. We'd only gone a few feet when Vicki stopped, and I bumped into her."Sorry." Nah, just ... hmm ... how many beers are there left?" Oh. Ah, two, I guess." Right, let's have them." But..." Oh, stop it. This way."The walk up along the bank of the river was more than pleasant. Vicki wasn't the same level of chatterbox as her sister, but she was easier to keep up with. Nice. Also, the fact she'd.