She hadn’t even noticed. She looked down at me and smiled, she was proud that she fixed the vent. She turned around, her crotch within inches of my ...ace. u*********sly, I hadn’t let go yet, she put her hand on my head and said” we make a great team!”, I nodded. I caught her scent, her pussy had an aura, I could no longer see it, but was now so hard and excited. I hadn’t let go and she hadn’t moved. I moved my hand up her leg, she moved her hand to the back of my head. She brought my face to her. ..fuck it”. Once while I was pounding her missionary her IUD cord harpooned my cock. It hurt and surprised both of us. She didn’t miss a bear when I pulled out she rolled me on my back and sucked my cock to completion.The time had come for her to meet my family. We had dinner with my mom and dad. To say my folks were shocked by the age difference would be an understatement. I recall my mom flat out asking her how old she was and the look on her face when she said 33. My dad was.....worldly. However, they all struck the target within the forty-three pace range.Satisfied with his discoveries, he decided it was time to head home and see if there were any trips to the store pending. The longer he stayed gone, the more trips he would have to make back to back. He looked at the coke can and ordered it to flatten. It turned into a huge flat sheet about the thickness of aluminum foil. After ordering it to fold itself into halves until it was small enough to fit in his pocket, he watched. . Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes’ *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If.