” Her eyes flashed and her voice boomed. Adar fell onto his rear and scrambled backward. Her figure seemed to grow larger and her voice louder. “T...ke me, Adar…son of Azar. Take me and fulfill your duties!” Her eyes became a vibrant blood red and she floated toward Adar. The room flashed as if lightening had struck inside the church. The shadows were completely gone from her body and Adar was filled with fear and lust all in one great powerful emotion. Her toes touched the floor in front of him. Try to get me to stop. But I somehow learned from one particular teacher. She would suggest that when I was writing, to pretend I was talking. Take a breath. Anywhere you take a breath put in a comma. I still sometimes wonder if I use the semicolon correctly; such as here?I became a drawing fiend in my class this year. I would draw top down views of little cars on race tracks. I would even draw 'damaged' cars in wrecks on the speedway.I know this was my dad watching the Auto Races on TV. The. I found her clit and flicked it several times with my tongue. Her body shook. "Oh, yes, right there. Do that more. Suck it and lick it." I ate her out till Carrie had a hard orgasm and drenched my face with her girl cum. Then I stood and placed my steel hard pecker to her opening and shoved. She was tight but so wet that I easily went full depth the first push. "Oh, yes, fuck me hard and deep with that wonderful big cock of yours, Mr. Wilson. Fuck me hard." I held her hips and plowed. Memories of how much the person suffered. Memories not yet been buried. Regret for their lost years, for the life they might have had. Opportunities to love and be loved. There’s reason enough to feel sorry for the one who has died. But mostly it’s self-pity. Right? Right? Right. What I need is food. Can’t live on coffee and whiskey. Did I say ‘live’? Shit, Dave. Get a grip. Have another cigarette. Peg’s only vice. She gave up dozens of times but kept coming back to it. Her dependence was more.