He turned to watch the water swirl as he flushed and then went out and climbed back into bed. Before he fell back to sleep the thought crossed his min... that he wouldn't mind having that same dream again—or at least a continuation of it.When he opened his eyes the next morning, Kirby remembered the dream, remembered what he'd done in the bathroom, and remembered what he'd considered. He realized he must have been still a little muddled from sleep and shrugged the idea off. He got out of bed,. And into Ashton. With each deep thrust, more of the bloody knife tip exploded up and out of her rolling and wobbling breast. Ashton shuddered and quivered, rising up in her seat each time the sharp blade ripped a jagged new hole in her tight leather halter top. She rose up one last time, arching her back, tits thrust upward, eyes wide, legs twitching, moaning loudly, then she fell back. Silent. Unmoving. Dead.One down, two to go.Dustin leaned forward. He was sweating. He kissed Ashton again,. I can always get a few days off from work, and the weather in Boston was dreary, as usual, even though there wasn't any snow left on the ground. Then the Weather Channel showed a picture of Florida that looked like a volcano erupting--big orange blobs all over the state--and I got less enthusiastic. Florida in the rain is the pits. If you can't get to the beach, or at least a swimming pool, what's Florida? Strip development. Yuck! Still, when his mom, who lives in Belmont, said she'd be. She was ready with cups of coffee for both of us. She had made a great coffee.It was quite refreshing. Then she went to kitchen to prepare lunch. I sat in the living room reading the newspaper after I finished with reading I went into the kitchen to see if she needs any help but no help was required. So I sat on the kitchen table and started talking with her.Our subject slowly changed to her past. She asked me whether I would like to see her marriage album. I said I would love to and she went.