The evening was peaceful. Snow fell like heaven on the window as thunderstorm crackled in the distance. I grew sleepy, I fell in a slumber. The night ...hone . Moonlight shon. Sleeping, I felt a presence stroking me between my thighs. It was aunt Kim, I saw threw slumber eyes. Falling back to sleep. Her growl unmistakable. As I felt fingers slip between my thighs. And Twirl . Her finger slipped deep in my vagina. ‘ ah mystique ‘ she whispered. Twirling herself to me. Fingers, stroking my vagina. "This next song talks about fears," I said. "The first time I took thestage, I was scared to death. But fans just like you helped me to realizejust how much fun it can be. But I had to overcome that fear to get towhere I am today. The same was true for one of my friends, who is heretonight."I turned slightly and looked straight at Paul. My family and friends hadgreat seats in the fifth and sixth rows right in front of me, and I couldsee Paul's eyes widen in fright as he realized what I was. If it wasn't Clara, it would be some other girl. I think I've known that for a long time, but I couldn't ever figure out why you did those things with Bill and those other boys." I wasn't sure until after Bill and Keith. I was losing her, and I loved her so much. I hoped she'd see how much better it was with me, because I loved her so much. It would have worked to, if you hadn't always been around. She used to love what we did together, but now she doesn't even want me to touch her. She says it. As she keeps struggling for air, face getting deep red, I see a dumpster nearby. Getting an idea, I start to shove her towards it and pushing her with my body as I keep strangling her. I reach the dumpster despite the Lindsay’s struggles and shove her against it. She’s now pinned between the dumpster and me, making her situation even direr. I pull the garrote hard as the former Deputy Press Secretary gurgles loudly, flailing her arms and legs in her struggles. I feel her soft ass press against.