.. not billowing fog, not yet.Soon ... with the moon.On the path before the camera ... or is it me and no camera? am I following? ... a hurrying figur....Frogs croaking ... peeps and cheeps ... the sound of silent slippers or bare feet on packed earth. A long dress, grey with washing, swishes above the hurrying feet. Several bats fly the path before the tall gaunt figure ... hurrying along.Today had been especially bad in a late life of wretched days ... but she had a little food in a poke bag. Her underwear is crotch-less and her trim pussy is exposed in full, high-def glory. She slides a finger up and down her slit, stopping now and then to flick a fingertip back and forth over her little pink bud. Then she stuffs a couple of digits between her pussy lips and deep inside. When she pulls them out they are wet and shiny. Chloe's other hand travels up her body and pulls down the front of her bra until she finds her nipple and lightly pinches it between her fingers. "Just thinking of. For the first time in almost three years on the job, he was written up, reprimanded, for being too aggressive in taking down an alleged murderer. That the man later escaped, killing two local sheriff's department turnkeys, was neither here nor there ... according to the investigative board, the original arrest was done without compassion for the criminal.In the attempted recovery of the escapee, E'veen was wounded in an exchange of gunfire initiated by the perp, because she was forced to reveal. .all of it!" I said grasping my long thick pecker and shaking it threateningly at them."Ok, OK! Here's the rest of the story, Mark." said my still embarrassed fiancee, rubbing her already well-fucked ass while uneasily eying my prick."One night my first husband and I had been out on the town and gotten really drunk. Mother was visiting and offered us some weed to mellow us out. Well, one thing led to another and soon my husband had passed out in mid clinch with me. Mother and I just kept on.