Even though hours had gone by since the fire had gone out, the smell of burning flesh was still strong around the remains of the melted tent which had...become a makeshift shroud for the homeless immolation victim.“Aw fuck...” Bilson gagged. He went around the corner of the alley to hurl. As his stomach calmed, he noticed something stuck between two piles of wooden pallets. He reached down and plucked out ... an old hardcover book?He opened the tome. Lots of pages had been torn out, but the pages. "No," she nodded firmly. "I won't let a bunch of bigoted pricks ruin our evening. I'm a big girl now and I won't let what someone thinks of me stop me from doing what I want to." Then, my lady," he smiled and offered her his arm. "Shall we dine?" Why Mr. Cranson, you're just in time for supper!" the Widow Binder greeted them at the door. "And you've finally brought a guest. How lovely!" Where else would I bring my date if I wanted to impress her?" he chuckled. "Since I can't woo her with my. Ana was moaning loudly in pleasure. That black bastard was fucking my wife so hard, that he was actually causing the bed to make noise too. Around ten minutes from when the moaning began, it ended with the sound of Dwayne yelling out before everything went silent. The quiet was broken when Ana turned on the bathroom lights.I could see her walking strangely, with one hand covering her crotch. Then she came back to the bed, sat on the edge and turned the light on. I could see her loose pussy lips. Why not?? 'Tween these looks, the Book and my seasoned guile, I couldeven surpass my success as Alex! As a shrewd businessman I intimatelyknew the chumps and suckers men were while Miranda's precocious nymphettewiles sure knew all too well how to manipulate them!I inwardly grinned in wild titillation as the blond siren across from mecutely pouted like Marilyn Monroe then dropped a shy angelic kid lookthat'd turn the Pope into a pedophile.Breathlessly awesome!With sass and skills and looks like.