" What do you think?" asked Margie."There's this one painting. We had a tour and the guide had us stare at it for a couple minutes. It was just big da...k clouds. But they began moving. It was the coolest thing there. After that I kind of got it." Rothko I bet," said Margie."That's right. And then there's that big Jackson Pollock. It moved all which ways. Mom thought I was crazy staring at the monkey art." That's what modern dance is compared to ballet," Marta completed. "It's personal and often. She started cumming right away, as he pumped his hard cock in her rapidly. I watched for a moment taking in the view of his dick fucking her pussy and his big balls bouncing off of her ass. The sight of it was driving me nuts, and my dick was growing and hard as a rock watching him fuck her. She stopped him for a minute and told me to lay down. So I crawled on my back and she got into a sixty nine with me and started humping my face and sucking my dick for a few moments. She then look up at him. Gerade mal 28 Jährchen, ihr Geburtstag war gerade vorbei.Das mit dem Wagen holen dauerte etwas, denn sie hatten den Besoffenen immerhin 500 m geschleppt und den Wagen mussten sie außerdem vorher noch ein wenig abseits parken. So kam es, dass Hans aus dem Haus die junge Frau, Frau Meier hören konnte, das Flurfenster neben der Haustür war nämlich auf Kipp gestellt.„Jetzt reicht es!“ hörte er sie leise schimpfen. „Ich hab dir gesagt, beim nächsten Mal mache ich es wahr und du hast es trotzdem. . Continuing on, no death to relieve my lonely vigil, I waited. With no knowledge of the world around me, I waited. The years whirled by, the world around me growing with the sounds of life, but death is what I crave.Alone, my Bryden, I'm alone.I begged him, called out to him upon his death to haunt me, to drive away all pretense of sanity, but still I wait. My gnarled fingers clench into fists when I shake them at the sky, a curse to the God who took him from me and left me to become this.