“Beauty not ... I do not understand.”Silently, Logan picked up the bullet that had taken Karen from them and showed it to her. This is on me. I fa...led her. Failed to keep her safe.The adrenalin began to wear off, leaving him shaky and weak. Every cut and wound began to pulse and scream across his battered body. Blood still spattered on the ground from his many wounds. He did not remember falling.Logan woke to pain from countless wounds. His eyes were slow to focus as he opened them to look down. Your room or mine?”I took her hand and I led to into my bedroom. I had the bigger bed. I kissed her and I started to undress her. I removed her tiny top. I removed her short skirt. I then removed her bra and her wet panties.I looked at her shaved pussy and the cum that was dripping out of it. I took her into my bathroom and got out one of her mother’s old douches. I sat her on the toilet, stuck the nozzle into her, and squeezed. She giggled and I squeezed in a second bottle to make sure that. " She snapped her fingers at me, and I tossed her my keys- I had intended on giving up my bike for my life and safety from the moment Andre had given me that out, anyway. I had not intended on swapping for the tricked out hopped up bike of the leader of Satan's Minions, with the re-bored cylinders giving extra horsepower and the oversized fuel tanks! I just sat there, letting the adrenyline fade, not attempting to stand up, content to let Eliza handle this, she was doing so well! I didn't. One hand. Lift it off. Second hand. Thumb, two, three, four. Where is Nessa's other finger." "In her pussy, diddling with her clit," she confessed spreading her legs wide apart. "Mind if I finish myself off while we catch our breath." "You know I can never get enough of watching you play with yourself," I said. "It's almost as much fun for me as it is for you." "It couldn't possibly be," Vanessa moaned, rolling her eyes to comic effect. "I'm just thinking about the lovely slow boob job I'm.