“Why not to the Avocado Garage?” She was looking at the boxes when the address on every exposed box caused her to laugh. “The Log Cabin on Wolf ...reek Road? Oh, please, Karen ... you didn’t. You did.” She laughed so hard she had to sit down.Then came the hiccups. She was in distress.I walked by on the way to the bathroom. Crossing my eyes and waggling my fingers with my thumbs in my ears, I yelled, “BOO!” right in her face.She shrieked ... and laughed.It worked ... the hiccups stopped.I was. Isabelle has no trouble to emerge victorious. Nadia is unresponsive, eyes bulging, mouth wide open. The tips of her croth spikes have penetrated her clitoris. Isabelle moans:- Look, Willaim, my breasts are bleeding - It's okay, we'll fix it. Gerard takes Isabelle in the bathroom and seeks an alcohol bottle. Isabelle's breasts are full of little red dots. Gerard poured alcohol in his hand and rubbed her left breast and right breast, triggering new screams from his torture toy. - It burns!. Her intent was to spread her legs and her pussy as far apart as possible so that the man could delve all the way into her. She wanted to tell him how good it felt but again, as with her earlier orgasm, the spasms came too quickly. The man’s hot, slippery tongue on her clit caused her to plummet down a long corridor that was lined with relief and miracle. The orgasm was deep, intent and bone rattling. She came with such powerful contractions that she lost her breath for a moment. When she was. I turned over, and saw that, indeed, large tears were rolling down her cheeks."Honey? What's wrong?" I asked."I wanted to bear your child. Now I never will."What was it about this girl, who could make me feel honored and uncomfortable at the same time?I took her in my arms. "Honey, never say never. Vasectomies can be reversed. Maybe, in a few years, if everything works out, I'll do that, and you can have your baby."Pyx sniffed, and wiped her face. "Really?" Really," I said, and kissed her.