The gift given was now a curse, eyes becoming aflame with the salty saturation of tears, not being able to see clearly as he had once thought. Time pr...gressed more aggressively, the weathering of experiencing so many winds were leaving mark and showing stress. After becoming lost, those close to him, by natural instinct, found him and nurtured him with love, the strongest emotion able to be shared with another being. He used the eyes he once cursed to see the ‘why’ of their choices all the. Suvendu exclaimed loud, “This position is the hottest I’ve ever witnessed. Sonali, you look like a bitch in the heat with your son’s cock in your as. How lascivious your swollen pussy looks with your thighs parted so wide. Son fuck your mother’s ass as hard as you can.”“While I obey your command, dad, why don’t you get up and fuck mom’s mouth and get your cock whetted? It will only make you readier to enter her cunt in a short while. We are going to fuck the ass and pussy together.”I was rather. I'm not an expert." Mary gathered herself and moved into position to take on Alonzo's tapered cock, thinking, 'I sure hope this is worth it.' Alonzo's was different than Pete's and Ben's -- it had a foreskin, for one thing -- something it took Mary a moment to get a handle on. Alonzo's racial mix could have been an issue, but it wasn't; Mary was Hispanic, after all. After a bit, things seemed to stabilize; Alonzo grabbed her head but was gentle about it, and Wanda's warnings about such things. Then he told me about the Gunther honchos, the ones taken into custody. This was the first time I’d heard a new term. New to me. Matt said, “Hank captured three ghost guns in the Gunther residence.”“Ghost guns?”“Yeah. In this case three AR-15 rifles. You probably know that the serial number is applied to the lower receiver, the regulated part.”“Yeah.” Now I knew.Matt glanced at me, but let my fib pass. “Ghost guns are sold without serial numbers. They’re usually shipped in kit form — only.