Also my skills with a weapon came back through daily target practice as well. Brian even felt it was safe enough to text me once in awhile. I only rar...ly went on the internet as I was usually too tired to bother. For some reason that July day I decided to check out my old hometown’s local paper. The paper held many unexpected surprises, none of them good. The oldest story related to the ‘Easton Hardware Store’ burning to the ground under suspicious circumstances. The new owner had kept the. The woman in the gold looked back at me with her enormouseyes just as before, but I could swear that this time she had a smile thathad not been there before! Probably just my imagination again I toldmyself. I turned one earring over and examined the back. There was asmall peg on one side, and opposite it was a tiny bar with ridges on it. The workmanship on this artifact was amazing and I could tell by pushingthe bar and peg together that the mechanism was still working even afterall these. “You can’t go wrong with Willie, can you, babe?” I winked at Hannah as I drove the public bus for which we all abandoned the van halfway across campus en route eastward through Morgantown, West Virginia.“Indeed, you can’t. We’re not taking the usual route for the Mountain Line Transit Authority, I hope,” Hannah replied, eager to get out of town herself.“Nope. We don’t work for them and they’re defunct, so I’m taking us onto I-68 as soon as we can find a part of the interstate that is clear. “Yes I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Tell me you need it.” Oh, I do.” Mark began to drive his massive cock deeper as he lifted her legs toward the ceiling. He was pounding her with all his effort. “Fuck me. Fuck me stud.” Barbara was moving her head from side to side and panting as he relentlessly bottomed out in her. Mark leaned over and began to kiss her breasts as he slowed his pace. “Oh, that is so stimulating. Keep doing that.” Barbara uttered as her head leaned back on the bed..