Even though she had raven black hair she could never tan, but only burn when in the sun. In her youth, her skin had been without blemish or freckles. ...he had been very beautiful and graceful.Her major problem, and the major reason for the abuse and neglect that I suffered, was that she was a hypochondriac, and because of that a drug addict.Her personality was what one would call weak and labile or unstable. She could seem loving and caring one moment and bitter, angry and brutal the next. You. “Hmmmm yeeeeeeaah!” Whispered Rodge happily. He was now grinding his crotch against her hand.Tara giggled watching him as she teased his groin area. He looked a little foolish; head thrown back, eyes closed. His erection thrust forward, presented to her, gyrating as he went. “Don’t stop baby” He grunted happily.“Well what if I were to do this?” Tara enquired, sinking to her knees. “Ho YESSSS!” Rodge cried gleefully.Tara looked up at Rodge. Rodge looked down at her. She really did have sexy. How long can I keep this up before she wakes? My finger probes and becomes slick with her honey. A slight move from her hips. I put my finger in my mouth and suck. My eyes, roll; sheer joy. The sweetest, most exotic, most wonderful taste known to man. My cock twitches and oozes a pulse of pre-cum. As gently as I could, I moved her left leg away a little. I circled my fingers around her pussy, careful not to touch her clit. Resting my cheek on her mound, breathing deeply, I dragged my middle. Mary was dead, and now Julias was dead. Sighing, Jack clutched at his naked chest, and fell down, ass hitting the strange white surface, hard enough to elicit pain but finding none. He sat there, staring down between his knees at the white oblivion, and let the misery rise. His emotions were raw, and no matter how much he looked for his trusty logic switch, he couldn’t find it. His earlier run-in with Mary had left his guts exposed, soul shredded, and nothing he could do now could hide its.