???? ?????? He had that Kristen French cunt bitch fortwo days, held captive, at his house and he's fucking her every which way butloose and because of...a family Christmas dinner, he decides he has to off her sothere wouldn't be - so she wouldn't create?- a problem during the feast. What the fuck was he thinking or notthinking - it through? Where were his fucking priorities? I mean, Christmascomes every year and here he already has the cunt. He has her. Already kidnappedand under his complete. You loose touch with each other. You have no idea what the other is experiencing, thinking, feeling. In time, it becomes too much and you drift apart. Would she wait that year, would she get on a plane and try to find him? Would she not even wait for the year and just go and find him? And if she found him, what would she say and would he even care, had the last events closed the window to his soul? Would she say ‘To hell with my pride, and my fear, ‘I don’t even care about the fears of. Lori had to have it. She had to taste it. This is exactly what she wanted to do during the massage earlier and now she wouldn’t hold back. She climbed on top of Bob and sat just above the tip of him as she slid her vaginal lips externally along his cock pressing it against his muscular abs. Her hands rested on his chest as her fingers teased patterns around his nipples. She leaned forward crushing her breasts against him as she continued to slide downward. She massaged his body as her tongue. His skin had taken on both the color and texture of leather from its long exposure to sun and wind, and his hair grew wild and uncut. A think beard covered his face. He was wearing nothing save for some tattered threads of clothing that barely covered his body. All of this together gave him the appearance of some wild man, fresh from the jungle. And more disturbingly still, the traveler could see a series of scars that crisscrossed this strange figures body, some of which looked to be quite.