“He’s right in here. You want him to befoul the world again with his craft?”Theophil’s cheek twitched.“Is that all that matters to you? Maki...g ugly, twisted things from the art of others? Lacking any beauty? Any inspiration? Do you not care about that?”“Inspiration is what drives the inventor,” he answered. “To make something useful, something functional, is profound. It is true beauty. Not some pretty scribblings on a piece of canvas or a stone shaped into a pleasing form. They may be. With a toast of “Victoria!” we drank in memory of our departed friends and shared our favorite stories about them. The tears gently faded away into chuckles, then laughter, and finally the sadness seemed to fade away a bit.For some strange reason losing four of my men didn’t seem to hit me quite as hard as how much of a gut-punch losing Chris Chandler had been for me. Maybe I was getting numb about having my friends die. Maybe I was turning into a monster that eventually wouldn’t give a crap if. Still, Brandon's cock was in just a little more than halfway. Michelle found the need to adjust her legs even further outward. Once again he pulled partially out and his hips rose. This time he hesitated as he looked down at her and whispered sweetly, "Are you ready honey?" Michelle looked deeply into his eyes. She realized this was the moment of truth. She was about to be thrust full of another man's hard cock. One so much different then her husbands much smaller one. Still, she was never more. Eddie looking at her smooth cunt said, "Not as bushy-tailed as you used to be baby." They both laughed...it was infectious and soon Melody and I had joined in."When did you start shaving down there Mom?" asked Melody. Darlene stirred the eggs and said, "About twenty minutes before Peter came over for dinner that first night he stayed here. Eddie helped me." Melody sat thoughtfully, looking back and forth at both of them. "So Daddy you knew Mom and Peter were going to..." "Honey, Peter was.