The other split itself in two to reveal a sharp knife-like projection.This is it, thought Rachel. It’s going to gut me and suck out my insides. What...a messy way to go.But instead of eviscerating her on the spot, the knife-tentacle ever so carefully slipped its razor-sharp tip down the front of her thin smock, and with a series of smooth, precise movements sliced through the shoulder-loops, then slit it open from neck to thigh. The smock fell away from her body and dropped to the forest floor,. Hannah's head was now sitting atop of Jay's body.She felt more temptation to have his/her way with the silent, obedientversion of Hannah, fully naked.Hannah took a moment to compress her raven-black hair as the blonde,alpha male features of Jay were tugged over her face. The smile on thebrand-new Jay was unlike the original's. The best way to describe it wasevil and sadistic."Rise and Shine." Jay snapped his fingers and Hannah took a deep breath."Oh, Jay...good to see you. How was work?" She. I: baby are you alrightJaan: …….I : aao mera bacha mere upper aaaoJaan: ***lying on my body***baby mjhse nai ho paega *started crying*I: its ok jaaan, pehle aap ho mere liye.Jaan: no, hum karenge apka itna maan tha aaj , meri vajha se aap kyu suffer karoFr mene fingering karne lag gya to loose her pussy lipsFr humne firse try kia. Enter kia she again shouted …no baby noo …… isss baar mai ni ruka aur enter karta raha thori der baad wo apni sense mai aae aur humne fucking start kr di then I asked. Lost Da Vinci’s and Van Gogh’s. Then the Nazis found out about this and paid the guy that wrote the diary to kill his boss, which he had, cheerfully. The war ended and the guy went to America for a fresh start. He wrote his diary in the late fifties, confessing with some relish all the dreadful shit he’d done in his life. His only regret was that he’d never made it back to the old country to clean out that secret room. So all those paintings were still stashed there … waiting for Margie to.