He opted to live in obscurity, waiting for the day when something interesting would reveal itself to him, and add color to his grey world. This is how...he found himself sitting at a booth in a popular fast food chain, reading a story absentmindedly on his tablet.The winter was in full swing and outside the booth window, the world was white as far as the eye could see, glistening in the midday sunlight. Cars passed by in a steady stream, and people walked around happily with their families or. PygiaI like to shock people. If I had the talent, I'd be a horror writer or adirector of horror movies, and I'd go for the jugular every time.But I'm not particularly talented. I can't write. I can't direct. Ican't sculpt or paint. I can't act or sing or dance. When it comes totalent, I'm severely handicapped.God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really.I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did nothingto earn or merit being beautiful. I just am.. ”“Think about Josh and me, as you ride and make your land deals. Next time you want to see some property, we’ll fly over it.”“Kiss me like you love me, Jillian.”“That’s easy, you sexy-ass, bull-headed Mexican.““Rondo, have you ever flown in an airplane?”“Never have, but I’ve always wanted to take a ride one day ... I know you well enough by now, you didn’t ask me that, just to be making conversation... “I reckon we’re getting a plane now, right?”“Yep. I just told Jillian to have one flown up. I could now bury my tongue fully into her tight pussy while massaging her firm little butt cheeks at the same time. Parting those cheeks I made her jump by riming her rosebud. Abby's moans increased and she moved her hands up to massage her own breasts, circling and rolling her nipples between her fingers adding to her growing excitement.Moving rapidly between her pussy, anus and clitoris, and increasing the depth and frequency of my penetrations, I started to drive her up towards her orgasm..