Her beautiful smile and twinkling eyes erased all my anger, and I returned the smile. “So, today I need you to… darn it, where is my list…” sh... said. My eyes automatically checked out her whole body. Brown work boots, short light blue jean shorts, and a plain light grey hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. Her medium length black hair accentuated her tanned face and emerald green eyes. Her notebook dropped out of her back pocket behind her. “Damn,” she whispered, and bent down to grab. "My watch stopped, and I haven't bothered to ask anyone. We'll find out soon enough." How is Vicky?" he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he was."Your little wife is doing fine," Beatrice chimed, meaning every word because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. "In fact, she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that track ever since. She looks good on a horse." As good as she. Doug didn’t know the full destructive power of the plant, but he had no doubt about the sharpness of the thorny vines. He would be hard pressed to imagine a more horrible way to die.Doug paused and took a deep drink, fully satisfying his thirst with the last of his water bottle as considered what to do next. It had been a typical day, the temperature peaking to just over 30C in mid afternoon and holding there for the last several hours. He clipped his empty bottle to his belt and then slowly. Tracey was flustered as she hung up the phone. She hadnot been touched sexually in weeks and was hornierthan she could ever remember. The last thing sheneeded was Shannon talking to her about big, blackcocks. She didn’t even know they should be calledcocks and not dicks! It wasn’t fair, she thoughtangrily to herself. Shannon has been with Tom sincehigh school. She never got to experience the pleasureof big black cocks. It had been hard enough givingthem up when she married Bob..