Tom pointed to the wetlands on the other side of the stream. ‘That’s where the froggies live,’ he said. ‘In the spring there will be lots of b...by frogs, and they like to sing, really loud!’ They started back up the path the way they had come. ‘Daddy?’ ‘Yes, sweetie?’ ‘Daddy, do you think the baby froggies will sing to me?’ Memories die last. * * * * * The extent of Briggs’ insanity wasn’t fully evident at the trial. That came later, after his conviction, with the leaking of his barely. Then you're in my arms, those wet scorching lips are devouring my mouth, breathing heavily already. I run my hand up your back, pressing you tight against me, tongues wrestling playfully.... Your t-shirt is old, faded from many washings, worn thin from years of use and it clings to your curves as if it fully appreciates the privilege. I can feel that there's nothing beneath it but you, and the realization pours through me in a rush. I grow hard and thick beneath my cut-offs; pressed as tightly. She was ready. Her hand reached out for the brush. She placed the handle at her opening – the cold plastic made her gasp. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, and then Claire began to push the hair brush handle into her vagina. She felt some discomfort, but the pain felt quite nice. Claire gradually inched further and further into her pussy. Once it was all the way in, all 5 inches of it in her innocent little slit, she squeezed around it. Another deep moan escaped her lips. It felt. The agony wrenched another anguished scream from her throat, stealing her breath. The next blow wrapped about her thighs before she could inhale again. After that there was only a black void where she no longer felt pain.Camille would have happily died in that dark place, but Gerhardt had other ideas. The next thing she felt was the icy water with which he doused her. Her pain-wracked body shivered uncontrollably as she tried to focus her eyes on the menacing man in front of her."I want you.