Somehow I knew that I had nothing to fear and that it was my scientific duty to find out what monster awaited me in the bottom of the abyss, what nigh...mare was causing these souls to flee upwards in total mayhem. As I made my descent further and further into the pit, I noticed that the level of chaos and fear in the fleeing souls increased with every step. I also got the sense that it was only in these darker depths, only in the inner circles of hell, that the people even knew what they were. But what kind of ring? Maybe a phone call to her mother would help me. I'm sure she'd keep a secret for a few days. She might even know her ring size.So we get engaged, but when do we get married? It's October now, so maybe next summer? And what about the honeymoon? Where to? I'd better start saving my nickels. We can live in the duplex for a while without a problem, but sooner or later we're going to want to buy a house. Geez, there's a thousand things to think about. I need some advice. Who. ‘Life was good.’But then I received new pics. This time there were three of them. One of a large flaccid penis, exposed trough the opening of unzipped pants. The second one was Sandra, in what seemed to be the same room by her self, standing with one hand on her hip, looking straight at the camera, with a mock exasperation look on her face. The third one was Sandra again. This time the cameraman seemed to be a lot closer. Sandra was smiling and covering her eyes with one hand while stretching. She was turned on fully and in between, she was moaning lightly.After some time, we broke the kiss as we wanted to breathe and started smiling at each other. Then she came over me and continued kissing. I kissed her lips, whole face, earlobes and went down to her neck. She had a tingling sensation. I was also pressing her juicy watermelon boobs at the same time. She was feeling horny and excited.In no time, we removed each other’s t-shirts. She was wearing a black bra. Her skin was so fair and.