. but you are death. No one wants to look at death. Everyone will notice you, but they won’t remember you. They will all glance at you and then look...away and erase you from their memory. It’s a terrible costume to wear to a party if you want to get laid, but if you want to be left alone...” He shrugged his shoulders and held up his hands out from his body. I bought the costume.*I was really hoping my friend was right as I walked up the broad steps to the O’Lochrin mansion using the huge scythe. Lots of it. Your mother has a good life and she's perfectly happy. I give her lots of attention, but I like younger, more supple women. I like women that know their place, like your mother does and doesn't bitch and complain and again, knows their place! So, please Jamie, don't think because you're my daughter you can come in here, into my home and tell me what to do!" Bending down to eye level, her father stroked her hair and looking at her heaving breasts and velvety thighs. "Now Baby, I hope. Marge pulled my sweats down enough to free my hard cock and for the first time in a long time she hand in her hand one stiff dick and she knew where it was going to end up at.As Marge played with my cock she was constantly moaning. In no time I had her blouse off and was now working on the snap of her bra. I was no stranger to this type of obstacle. With the use of two fingers and a flick of my hand the snap gave way and as I took a small step back I pulled the bra from Marge’s chest.What a. = = = = = Page 2 = = = = = You admire your nude figure in the mirror. Suddenly your body begins to tingle. Your eyes roll back into your head and you collapse to the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom. You convulse and feel electricity course through your body. You lose consciousness. You awaken and are not sure how long you were out. You climb to your knees and poke your head out of the doorway and read that the clock on the nightstand registers 7:05am. You were not out very long. You use the.