She came back a fewmoments later with a photo album. She turned a few pages and handed thealbum to Nick after finding the page she was looking for. ...ick looked atthe pictures on the page. The first picture was a group of boys in labcoats posing next to a robot. Another picture showed a girl's volleyballteam posing for a team photo. He knew his dad was never into science andhis mom never played volleyball so the photos confused him."OK," Nick said puzzled, "what are these pictures?" Look. Yes, fuck me i whisper back… you slip out of me fast, run your dick from my hot, wet pussy up my ass crack and again… with one hand your fingers and thumb are pulling my ass open and with your other your guiding your dick in… not wasting time, you shove into my ass… halfway and i let out a groan… and then all the way in… and your holding your dick there… in my ass… and moving it deep and around inside of me… you lean in and pull me up to my knees… now fuck me you demand… and i do… my back to. "Hello there little Missy, Welcome," his voice was confident as he continued. "I am Ben, owner of this establishment. Are you looking for a place to board a horse perhaps?" Why, Yes, however did you know that?" the woman answered incredulously. Duh, bingo, a stupid one for sure, why else would one come here I thought to myself. She was fairly attractive, dyed blond hair with dark roots; tailored clothing by the looks of it, plenty of gold jewelry adorned her neck, wrists and fingers. Her bust. She was dressed like the old gypsy, dressed in the exact same layers, and smoking the exact same ivory pipe that the old gypsy had smoked when she instructed Nausea Mundane’s beautiful mother. Nausea Mundane, sadly, had passed into the next world, leaving behind an ugly, frozen body. ‘Ah,’ The regal gypsy cried. ‘The spell has worked. She has run her course, and I am beautiful.’ The caravan that followed with her applauded Nausea Mundane. The gypsy said then, ‘For life was cruel to you, death.