He'd been shot in the head and dumped in the desert by that mutinous bastard Blacker and somehow, Tabatha had known where to look. She hadn't even kno...n him then, or even who she was looking for. But she had found him, rescued him, and personally nursed him back to health.'But why would she come here?' he asked himself, over and over. 'There's got to be something here that can help us back there!'Jake spent most of his time at the university, a few buildings away from his captive wife. There. I invited him in to have a seat and asked if he wanted something to drink."I have milk, juice, or water." We don't drink alcoholic beverages.He said, "Just water, Please," as he sat on the short couch. He had not noticed the French doors at the end of the living room.We sat talking for about a half hour when he glanced toward the door, then continued the conversation. Then he did one of those double takes like he didn't believe what his eyes had told his brain. All he could do was stutter out. "Ohhh shit lil girl. I haven't had this in a long long time. If you keep doin this, you're gonna get that nut soon," Dexter mumbled.That's when I took that black dick and deepthoated it back and forth. I wrapped my hand around the base of both balls like a make shift cock ring while I blew this old guy. He shuffled backward and I had to gently tug him back forward so not to lose our distance. I was going so fast, I would periodically gag but not enough to stop. I literally wanted to swallow. Etched into the marble under the angel’s bare feet were the words :Christina Marie EverestMay 7th, 1998 - August 15th, 2001Beloved baby girl whose life touched everyone she metMay the angels rock her to sleepI placed the bouquet into it’s holder and then knelt down onto the spongy earth of the grave. The sky was threatening rain for the second time today and moisture soaked my knees through the fishnet stockings I wore. The loud rumble of thunder followed by a bright flash of lightning.