“And now go! And have fun!”Sandra smiled at him and went outside. He closed the door behind her and waited until the taxi had driven off. The poin... of no return had been passed.The next couple of hours were the most stressful, challenging and tormenting ones Frank had ever had to endure in his entire life. As he was waiting for Sandra to finally return, he imagined what she might be doing. Was she just sitting there, talking to people? Was she kissing a black man in the hallway, apart from the. The dog was the most perfect example of a black Labrador I’ve ever seen. I went over to talk to her. She told me... All other reports on the fun run are on pages two and three. The rest of the front page is taken up with the other happy people news from around the region during the weekend, births, weddings, and the like.The Finish LineI don’t run, I can’t with my bad knee, but I always get asked to take my van to the finish line so I can return a bunch of friends who do run back to the start. She exploded over and over, feeling the world dropping away."Damned cunt came while I was doing this. Man, oh man," David sighed.David reached down, his prick bobbing in Betty's face. Half- conscious from her climax, she wanted to take that hot cock in her mouth and suck one more time.There was no mercy in David's eyes. He struck her across the face with the back of one hand, knocking her sharply against the back of the tub. Betty heard the dull sound of her skull hitting the porcelain. Then. No, Stormie was certain she and Mickey were done with child-rearing. But not Cassandra. She was waiting for a fetus she could call her own. Mickey complied and Michaela – Mike – arrived, beautiful and brilliant and probably already horny.Cassandra’s presence grew with her belly, and she was still pregnant with “Mike” when she began filling out the elaborate tattoo over the scars of her captivity – a dark masterpiece of a garden, reaching from shoulder to ankle on her left side, beautiful greens.