Max watched as she walks away, the bouncing of her ass and the width of her hips, forcing a feeling of awe to overcome him.The front door slams, Max k...ocks back into reality, stuttering as he gets suspicious of something. He ponders for a bit, walking into his mothers room, hesitantly looking around, finding a drawer slightly open. He slowly opens the drawer, a bottle of pills rolls from under a leaflet. He hums picking up the leaflet reading 'Hucow transformation.' His eyes widens as he. I called Ana by my side and told her about our good friend’s intention.My sexy wife looked at Samuel, nodding it was fine; but she was now trying to get a black guy, Deshawn, to in the house and let her suck his huge cock.After Anita returned to Deshawn; she grabbed his strong black hand and led him inside of the house. Samuel was curious and he then woke up to walk after them. I stayed there, sipping a beer.But just a minute later, Ana came outside, saying that Samuel and Deshawn were going to. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it. Even if you never have a pattern, never having a pattern becomes a pattern, right? Maybe I over-think it, but that’s what keeps me ahead. I definitely have one common factor in all my attacks though. I never let them live. For a while, I never left DNA evidence, but it became too much hassle and not enough fun. My. ."It will be OK," Sarah said, voice cutting through her fear. Hedva looked at her oldest friend. So ... confident. So strong."How do you know?" I Know." One minute till showtime."Anthony looked around the bridge. He was all nerves. Never, not since the first time he had tried to ask a girl out, or maybe just before a final exam he hadn't studied for, had he felt like this. Was no one else feeling it? Why were they all so calm?Or did he look calm, too, and they were all wondering the same thing.