Bella had thought two midgets and an Irish Wolfhound were an adequate substitute for Cole? Since her death, Bella’s former intimates and thrown over...lovers – legion in number – had been writing to Cole. Ostensibly, they wrote to express their condolences or enquire after her daughter. Some wrote of Bella’s courage in embracing London’s most seedy elements. Others of her irresistible beauty and winning charm. Yet from every elegantly inked line and curlicue there hissed a thwarted, desperate. Doc picked her half of the fruit up and then shoved the seeds off onto the table top in one fast pass of her tongue. “Stop…that’s a pussy not something you…” I watched her face cave and felt a moment of pity. If that’s how she went about eating pussy…I couldn’t blame Sapphire much for her opinion on Doc’s technique. I halved another cantaloupe and said, “Watch and learn. You don’t shove the seeds off. They’re those glistening folds you know so well. You…you ease them off with your tongue. It’s. They keep the testicles of male victims pickled in jars as trophies. By the way, the man is highly literate and a keen fan of Edgar Allan Poe. He got into poetry and Gothic literature in prison. That and his football fandom are why his gang are the ‘Dark Ravens.’ This is not even the worst gang in Baltimore, though.“The Hungry Gang is the worst. They’re cannibals. Literally. They also collect the skulls of their victims to use as drinking cups. Those guys are vicious. Their leader is someone. "Give me fifteen minutes," she replied. She quickly showered and the pulled on a soft cotton summer dress over her head and buttoned it until she thought that she was showing just enough of her bra-less chest to be teasing just a little. She selected a white satin g string and stepped into it then adjusted it around her hairless pussy and in her ass crack. Her heeled sandals and a clutch purse and she was ready. "I think one of the nice bars down on the river bank would be nice in this.