If you can walk through mud, you can fuck through blood." I'll have to think about that one later. Right now my fucking scalp is about to to be ripped...off while she had a death grip on my hair. Fucking and bucking into my face. I need to get this bitch off now! I reach up and put two fingers inside her twat. Curving them upwards I stroke her g-spot. My mouth concentrates on her clit. Sucking it while my tongue flicks back and forth over it. An all out assault on her. "Oh god! Yes, just like. "What are you getting at?"Michael was still searching on the Internet. "Wait a minute, look. He listed himself on a dating website." Jen looked over her husband's shoulder. Michael read further. "Hey, this is a web site for black guys looking for white women."Gerard's page had a few pictures of him at the beach. He had muscular arms and legs, and his chest was sculpted. He wore Speedos that didn't leave much to the imagination. Michael looked over at his wife, who was intently studying the. The thighs were still there. ‘Now I’m hearing voices and seeing things,’ I muttered softly. I let my eyes trail upwards. A skinny waist. Broad chest covered by white T-shirt under a big, loose red flannel over shirt. I looked up at the face and did a double take. I blinked. It was like my brain was one of those FBI facial recognition programs. I took the mental picture in my mind and aged it twenty years. ‘You’re not…’ ‘Uh-huh,’ he said and nodded. They say before death your whole life. " I said as he started to wobble.Holly and I tried to get him to sit down, but he wouldn't have any part of it. Some how he managed to stay on his feet long enough to reach the TV room, then all three of us collapsed on the sofa.Despite my better judgment, Joey dragged the whole story out of the two of us. But after a while, I realized perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. Joey started feeling like his old self to me. His attention was focused on the possibility that his sister was alive instead.