She put her finger into her doughy belly and watchedit sink in. In the rearview mirror she had more of a roundness to herface than she was used to.She...looked awful actually; almost fat.She got out the car and looked at her dim reflection in the glass. Shedefinitely didn't look right. She needed to see a doctor maybe; gettested to see if she was having an allergic reaction. But it could wait.It really wasn't so bad and she'd never been that slim.Or... wait. Never been slim? She was a model. She. She thought about my crude comments and how it felt with her wet pussy pressed against me and her hard nipples pressed against me...she thought about the vibrations of the bike and my comments about making her cum on the motorcycle with my fingers as we rode if she was Ray's wife and she moaned, cried out and cum from her masturbation in the bathtub. She slowly got out in a few minutes, dried off and walked naked into the bedroom. She was home alone, had just masturbated to orgasm thinking of. "It's cold." she said. "Sorry," I replied, leaning in to breath hot air over her exposedasshole. My finger were soon back at work, rubbing the lube into her hole. Idipped one, the two fingers into her, getting her nice and primed. I then squirted some into my hand and coated my dick with the gooey substance. After tossing the bottle to the floor, I pulled Jackie's ass apart andbegan to slide my slippery cock up and down her crack, before coming to a stop at her tight little hole. She was. ”Beatrix stood firm. She knew something was coming, something far more powerful than Death. Something powerful enough to make Death shake and cower. The booming increased then a multitude of winged? Angels? Appeared before her. Beatrix wasn’t sure. Then a voice spoke to her.“Beatrix, I have felt the pain that you are feeling. If we restore him to you, then will you relinquish the scythe?” The beautiful, powerful voice asked her.“As long as I can be there with him, watch him grow, not cut down.