He continued the slow strokes, groaning. I was dying. The slowness was excruciating, but in a good way. I felt more sensations then I'd ever felt befo...e. But I needed it faster. Harder. I closed my eyes, trying not to scream out at him. I gained control over my voice. "Please, harder...." I whispered. He smiled at me, groaning and he began to pound into me. My breasts bounced, the exam table squeaked, I moaned, he groaned. I felt him getting harder inside me. I felt the extra friction and I. He raised it into the air, and plunged it into her chest and through her heart. The stake would prevent her from turning.The Hunter spun around and walked out of the house without a backwards look. He closed the door behind him, looked towards the sky, "One more down, thanks for the clear skies and good hunting." The Hunter started on the long dark walkway towards his small apartment, thinking about the path that had brought him to this point in his life. He mentally played back his own life. ‘We’re going to have a heavy lunch so how about cereal?’ ‘Sounds good. I could make oatmeal. We have strawberries, blueberries and raisins we could add. Oh, we also have some of those pecans left.’ ‘That’d be delicious.’
She sat in front of the lively fire and sipped coffee as I worked. It was ready in just a few minutes and we sat at the table. ‘Tom, I was thinking about what to serve with the grilled lamb chops. What do you think about au gratin potato casserole and roasted mixed vegetables?. I had noticed at the sit down that Willy was my shadow with a camera for the morning. It was my guess that Earl was still in bed with Amy.When I got back to the apartment, I wasn't surprised to see the note on my door. It read, We need to talk, Lois.Since she had to have put it on my door sometime after I went to bed the night before, I didn't feel too bad about knocking on her door so early. "What can I do for you?" I asked when she answered quickly.Maxine, I'm not sure what to do. Those TV.