Victor sat in his chair contemplating his drink. For the moment he was the only customer in the bar; a rather surprising situation considering that it...was happy hour. He sighed and thought about how life as Chief of Police in suburban America differed from being a detective in the big city. It was a lot more peaceful and the hours were much more regular. He actually made it home most nights for dinner.It was weird, but his one little conversation with his daughter had changed the nature of. Alone--he was alone again--again condemned to silence--again face to face with nothingness! Alone!--never again to see the face, never again to hear the voice of the only human being who united him to earth! Was not Faria's fate the better, after all--to solve the problem of life at its source, even at the risk of horrible suffering? The idea of suicide, which his friend had driven away and kept away by his cheerful presence, now hovered like a phantom over the abbe's dead body."If I could. It smelled like ass. Her own raw ass. She almost panicked and tried to push him off, but held back, unwilling to spoil the moment. It felt like it smelled. Raw, dirty. And wonderful.Lauren found herself incredibly horny just then, her need powerful, like the smells coming from their sodomy. She slid a hand between them, found her clit, and in seconds, exploded in a powerful orgasm, her anus clenching and forcing out her brother’s half-hard penis.Cum sputtered out and ran down her crack as the. Back at the car, make-up repairwas quickly concluded and the new couples repaired to the beach bar.--------------------Slightly intoxicated, the girls safely made it back to the boi'sapartment and pina coladas made a timely appearance. Sitting out onthe large balcony of the boi's apartment, with Charlene in Dusty's lapand Maria straddling Tracy's waist, it became apparent that the girlswere not in a travelling mood. After three more rum saturatedbeverages, Tracy decided that things had gone.