The thoughts were weak, mere primitive impulses, but they could be manipulated. Thoughts of warmth, and food, and a ferocious desire to pursue slightl... different creatures that also scampered on four legs.Forsteg reached out with all of his feeble strength to draw the attention of the wandering canine, projecting images of food to be found in the upended garbage can. The mind wandered closer, and gradually Forsteg assumed more precise control of its actions. Through its senses he could dimly. When I opened the purse, I was a little confused. Iexpected women stuff, but instead I found another mans wallet, somemakeup and a medallion. I picked up the medallion and looked it over.It was obviously very cheap. It had a picture of a fairy or angel orsomething and it was holding a stick of some kind. It was obviouslyworthless, so I just hung it over my writing lamp and opened thewallet. Inside was over $500."YES," I said, putting the money with the cash from the other wallet.Then, taking. Jet after Jet of my thick sperm splashing against her tender, Wet cervix, so hot were my seeds that Zarina shivered and screamed out in her orgasm. She held onto me tightly as I cummed deeply in her, I kept filling in the cunt of Zarina till my last drop. Our bodies mingled together tightly. Panting, trying to catch our breath, we lay against each other, holding and hugging each other. Slowly, we fondled each other in our mutual afterglow. Zarina brushed my sweaty hair ever so gently and. She can’t stand the fact that you are younger, and prettier than she is.” The tears weave their way down my face, slowly. Instinctively, Greg’s soft hands move to stem the flow and brush my tears away. I find myself with no words for a moment, just staring into his steely eyes. “I think you’re so fucking gorgeous and sexy, Ruth.” There is a momentary pause before he leans in and kisses my lips slowly and deeply. His lips are as soft as his hands. I don’t stop him, wanting his kiss, enjoying the.