I continued watching the other table looking forward to her bending over again, or just admiring the grace in which she moved. She was captivating! Sh... eventually had a shot where she bent over right in front of me. When she did, she turned to look at me and gave me a wink. I wanted to throw her on the table and fuck the shit out of her. But that isn't what a gentleman would do, now is it? Pam abruptly said she was ready to find a table and sit for a while. She seemed a little miffed about. The glow of the fire and the cracking explosions brought asmall group of street people to watch, all of whom stayed in silenceuntil there was nothing but embers and blackened bones.I found an old biscuit tin in the rubbish and gathered what I couldidentify as your bones into it, once they were cold enough to handle.Sitting quietly on the step outside our tenement building I tried tothink of the memorial I would fashion for them. It was no good though.All I was left with was charred bones - no. She reaches out and brushes her fingers over the soft skin, thumbing a dusky nipple which peaks beneath her touch. "They're very nice," she replies agreeably, wondering how Trina got her -- and everyone else -- so well-trained when it comes to her birthweek.And every other day of the year.Trina inhales noisily at Tori's touch, her gaze turning sharp with pleasure. "Use your mouth," she whispers.Tori only thinks for a moment because they've played these games before, but not in a while. It is. ”“Get the fuck out of my house and take that lying bitch with you!” I yelled. “If you fuck with me in my fucking house, I’ll have you locked up for so long your fucking grandkids will have to visit you up the fucking river!”Tim was obviously pissed, but he knew better than to go after me in my own home. What surprised me was how Sarah briefly hugged the bitch that was trying to ruin my reputation!“You stay away from Betty or you’ll be sorry!” was Tim’s parting shot as he grabbed Betty’s hand.