Julie eyes were adjusting to the relative darkness and she bent closer to look at the face. She gasped silently, it was no joke. The sleeping girl had...her face.Julie pulled back the duvet and looked at the girl's full breasts, very familiar breasts. Identical in every regard to Julie's own, even down to the small mole on her left breast.Suddenly, after seventeen years of being an only child, she had a twin sister.The figure in the bed stirred and her eyes flicked open. Julie smiled at the girl. It seemed to stop dead in his chest as he came across more photos, this one showing a portly man in his underwear who was slumped in a leather armchair, most of his head ... missing. It perfectly fit the description of the apparition that the tearful janitor had described.After pulling out a few more folders, it became clear that this was a record of every murder and suicide that had taken place on the premises going back almost to when it was built. A storied history indeed, Spencer had. This was only when she was into serious shopping or on official business, when cunt juicing would probably be an inconvenience.Kay gently kicked her heel on Michael’s torso and steeled herself for the intense searing, yet essential stab of pain, that always happened when Michael withdrew. It would be relatively painless for him, her profuse lubrication allowing him an easy exit, but for his mother, the effect of his curly head passing back through the stretched opening of her cunt felt like she. _______________Arms reached into the cab and hands gripped Daisy by her wrists and dragged her wriggling and kicking into the dark opening. She screamed shrilly once before the door closed,I heard her screaming, now muffled, bangs and thuds, as I started the truck and drove out of the parking lot.I drove for the stipulated 4 hours before pulling over for my compulsory half hour brake. Even over the trucks engine I had still heard Daisy's screams faintly from the back,but now I could hear.