Nice big softballs of breast meat with an hour glass figure. Her hips were a little wide but that didn't matter to me. I was dying to watch my cock sl...p between the cheeks of her ass. Molly was a blonde and I was betting a natural one at that."How's the new place?" She was eager. I could hear it in her voice."You ought to come by some time after work. I'll give you the full tour." I was staring into her face and could still pick up the thrust of her bust line. Molly Zynkski was stacked and. She made a mental note that she was going to have to drive in California more, rather than just letting Blake do all the driving. Maybe Blake made it too easy to be Jenny Easton.But it was so nice to drive out of the Camden suburbs on the four-lane, and watch it turn to two-lane near Moffatt, just about the time that the fields and clusters of houses turned to the forests and swamps and lakes of the north woods she'd longed for over the past few months.The reality of coming home didn't reach. That night I didn't sleep and kept thinking about the clear goo and wondering what it could have been other than pre -cum. Next morning I jumped out of bed and took his pants from the basket; turned them inside out and deeply smelled the crotch to try and identify the substance. Curiously, I only smelled his cologne and nothing else.After that night he always brought someone home at night and they would leave in the morning. It seemed that all these girls were madly in love with him, because. ’ She paused for effect. ‘I’m sure you all believe this is for the good. You’ve been treated unkindly by our tribe and it will afford you no regret to see your masters and mistresses slain. However, I don’t think you should be as complacent of the likelihood of escaping with your lives as I suspect you are. Especially you,’ she said to Mimosa, for whom she had no name. ‘You might believe that the demise of my tribe will automatically bring a brighter more prosperous future, but reflect on this..