Still, weapons were only as deadly as the mind of the person using them and Myra's mind was focused more intently than it had ever been. The rage she'... felt was gone now, as was her fear. Her grief at seeing Bo killed still gnawed at her, and that she held close, nurturing it and letting those feelings fill her heart. Right now, that grief was the only thing that made her believe she was still alive. Myra reached the road and began walking down its edge, keeping close to the brush just in case. She grabbed hold of it and licked the large fat head before she rolled her tongue up and down its long length. Kissing his nut-sack and sliding her head lower to lick the back of his scrotum, she savored the aroma of his cock. Having often wondered what it would be like to experience a black man, Mysti found herself thrilled to have that large black pecker in her mouth. Choco grabbed her silky blonde hair into a tight wad in his fist and pulled her head tighter against his crotch. “Suck that. Not only did she draw out the scenes on the flats, and number them for painting, she taught other kids how to do the painting itself, blending things together, where needed, to achieve one effect, and other techniques that brought the flats to breathtaking life, at least to Erica’s eyes.Another problem was that the kids knew their lines, for the most part, but most of them delivered them in a flat, emotionless way that made it obvious that some memorized speech was being given. Erica had no. I didn’t feel that way when I had Genevieve and Erin Lynn, and lost my son, and certainly not when I had Dara. With Dara, my husband had left and I was all alone and at times I hated Dara and her kicking and rolling.”“I can’t imagine feeling like that.” Blossom said, feeling sorry for her bald wife.“Blossom, you haven’t had to go through a pregnancy alone. Besides when the hormones run amok, the range of feelings that a woman goes through can be pretty wide.” Erin said.“THAT I know about!”.