What made her strange was her clothing. She always wore baggy, long sleeved men's shirts, long flowing skirts, and floppy hats. That and she had a pai... of big, oval glasses that made her look like an owl. Not to say that she wasn't pretty, because she was. Unfortunately, she did nothing to enhance what God had given her. In many ways, she was very much a plain Jane. That was why Charles hadn't recognized her.Instead of focusing on her face, Charles had focused on her naked body and her shape. No longer Madame Carronade, she was now just a heartbroken woman.Carl did not hesitate, but found himself on the floor with her, holding her close and allowing her to cry on his shoulder. After the smell of burnt wiring and the stink of explosive, the warm, clean, spicy scent coming from her hair was like a refreshing breeze to Carl. It did cross his mind that he probably did not smell very good and her face was pressing into his dusty shoulder."Do you remember the first time we met?" He said. “Oh God, your killin me , pull it out”“I’m going to pull it out alright baby, but then, I’m gonna jam it up your ass!”Traci had a smug look on her face as Tyler fuck her relentlessly for 20 minutes. Tyler grunted that he was “going to pump this bitch full of black seed” Carmen pleaded that he should pull out before he came, she was unprotected. “Guess you’ll just have to attend graduation with a black bastard in your swollen belly then bitch” Carmen started to cry as Tyler started to grunt and. Normally they would always find some topic to discuss but this time, Ben kept silent and distant from him.Dan was cleaning the pool for the day’s activities when he noticed Ben enter the shade of their tropical themed cabana. He vacuumed the bottom of the pool a few minutes longer, knowing he’d have to talk with Ben.He put the cleaning equipment away then sat with Ben. “I guess we should have a talk,” Dan began.“I don’t feel like talking especially with you,” he snarled.“I can’t really blame.