She licked her lips and slowly she rose from the chair asshe turned to her once business computer that had changed to a pinkshelled laptop.Deandra’s...eyes grew heavy with exaggerated makeup that was dark. Herlips blossoming out and becoming full and thick covered in a deep redlipstick. Her blush was a bit heavy but she now liked wearing her makeupstyle that matched her namesake on her collar, slut. Her tomboyish face also changed shape, to the face with a dirty, promiscuous look to it that would. Anything I can do for you Baby, you just let me know. I am here for you. Let me assure you both DeShawn and Reymond are very well equipped. I would not have married DeShawn if he wasn’t and I have been with Reymond several times. He always gives me much pleasure!”As she was talking, her right hand slid up Jill’s thigh, searching out her juicy love tunnel. Jill, feeling her hand and knowing it was her, spread for her so that before she had finished whispering to her, a finger had found and. I asked if she wanted a check or cash. She laughed and hit me again. When we got home Martha collected the mail and we all went into the house, turning on lights, talking and starting the evening getting-ready-for-bed rituals. Martha saw a letter addressed to her from the headquarters of the church her husband worked for. She stood in the dining room with the rest of the mail on the table and opened the letter. A few seconds later John heard a thump coming from the dining room. He was in the. We were both proud of her when she killed her first deer with the Marlin. I was especially proud because I hadn't noticed it and didn't even know where it was until it fell from her single shot.Three days later she spotted something else and shot it before I'd seen it. Luckily for me she had been on her toes, because she'd killed a saber-toothed cat before it managed to hop onto Red's back with me.I'm not sure who was happier, Catla or me. This particular kill meant a lot to her, but I didn't.