By now, my face is dry and salty. My tears have cleared. My skin feels hard from the sheen of sadness that still coats my face. I want you. Where are ...ou? Will things ever be the same?Later, I hear the scrape of your heel on the stairs leading up to our doorway. It's a foreboding sound. I almost crack a smile as the doorbell rings. In your haste you stormed out and didn't take your keys. We're forced to confront one another. I don't want to shy away. A coward would unhitch the latch and. The thin cotton was nearly as transparent as his mom's bra and the way the wet material formed itself to stick to the 14 year old tit on that side was, exciting. Jack glanced at his dad and saw him swallow then shake his head as if trying to clear the vision from his mind.Dick strode to the downstairs half bath and got a hand towel. Stepping up to his daughter as she reached the bottom of the stairs he said, "Your blouse is all wet honey. Let me help you get it dried out." He proceeded to rub. That's when I plunge my fingers into my slickness and start scooping out the freshly laid eggs. The clump is still soft and wet, but its super thick, almost like toothpaste that's been dried out in the sink. I feel the thick goo smearing across my vaginal wall as I scrape the clump out of me, and it pulls my flesh a bit like duct tape. With one hard scooping scrape, the glob of translucent eggs comes out jiggling in the bend of my curled fingers.I rush over to the dresser where the rest of my. Breathing Ares sighed, oh how he loved hate and fear in the morning. Quickly he started to whisper, making the words go to each of the thousands he was feeling the emotion from.A few moments later he felt his power again rise as he heard almost all of them start to yell for war. Closing his eyes Ares reveled in the increase of power. Um it felt so delicious, then there was the visions of bloodshed that he was seeing from each of those he’d touched.Appearing on a hill a ways off, a throne like.