If only I could.I finished my shopping, went back to the house and occupied myself by reading intelligence dossiers on people I had trouble telling ap...rt until it was three p.m. Then I took K-T off the charger, noting she now had a range of 35 miles. That was more than enough. I took her to a carwash near the mall, where she was given the works for twenty dollars (I’m doing the sums for you, because obviously I paid in SAR) by three fellows from what may very well have been Indonesia. They only. She went near the bed, seeing the love making position of her husband and her daughter, but pretended as if there was nothing unusual. She discretely took notice that the exposed mounds of her daughter's tits were wet which meant that her husband must have been sucking Debbie's tits.Looking smilingly at Debbie, Martha asked, "Have you and daddy finished?"Dan answered, "No Martha I haven't... I mean we haven't... we're still working together... I'm asking questions and Debbie is answering. No, the tomahawk blade was not razor sharp. I wanted the cutting edge to last longer than it would have if it had been that sharp, but it was plenty sharp enough to cut half-way through the bones in his wrist and to sever an artery. The man screamed in pain, dropped his knife, and tried to staunch the flow of blood as I jerked the blade from his arm. For practical purposes, he was out of the fight, but I still had an able bodied Indian to fight.This Indian backed out of reach of the tomahawk. "She told me about her strapon. She loves to use that strapon."Brea fucking Shauna with a strapon, I love that idea. Shauna on all fours, head turned back looking over her shoulder as Brea thrusts a 10 inch fake cock in and out of Shauna dripping wet cunt. Maybe Brea grabs Shauna's hair, pulls and tugs, a yank as well. Shauna's voice was made to fuck. She can sing, and when she sings during sex; oral, anal, vaginal, she hits each note dead on, the next perverted American Idol. Her range.