This was something I did almost every night before I took a shower. As I went to start pushing my shorts down a light caught my eye from outside. In m... room I have two large windows floor to ceiling across my wall facing the house next door. I never had curtains because their never seem to be a reason to need them. I looked across the side yard into the house next door, in the room that was across to mine was the boy sitting at his computer with his lights on. He was gazing at his computer. Only flaming death. A defeat that promised no sort of glory for their tribes whatsoever and a certain destruction that promised even the bravest warrior only a nameless grave, and with utter and complete certainty. Now, perhaps for the first time in their lives or their ancestral memory, the Boar-Men felt fear, and it bit at their heels like vipers. They turned and fled from this terror that they could not remotely begin to understand, even throwing their arms to the ground to speed their. This was something she had to do alone. And Andre was quite respectful of her wishes. He’d been under her father’s employment for years and had been assigned to care for Victoria’s safety. If she wished to mourn alone he couldn’t slight her. Victoria was the picture perfect portrait of a daughter in mourning dressed in a fine black linen skirt suit by Versace. Elegantly kept blonde locks had been curled into a French knot and capped by a pillbox hat with the customary black fishnet pulled down. He lined them up, leaning against her inner thigh, a pink sucker with a long white stick on it, a thin tipped marker, and finally a sliver mini mag light. He took several photos of them lined up by her fresh untouched pussy and then moved them out of the way on the floor. He kneeled back down between her legs, anxious to taste dark for the first time. ok now, this part you will enjoy I promise he grinned at her. Using his fingers he peeled her open, again marveling at the contrast in color..