The cross is on the floor. She lies onthe bed, face up, trembling. The bed creaks. Art goesinto the kitchen and puts on the gloves I have placedbeside...the planter. He strips off two leaves andreturns to the bedroom. He caresses her left breast.For a moment she is calm. Then she cries out as thetiny nettle hairs drive acid beneath her skin. Hesmoothes her right breast with the other leaf. Now bothbreasts flame pink. Her nipples are erect.Jeremy has her raise her body so he can slide the. Finally, Mallao stubbed out his hash on the floor. Varnished bamboo, very Western-looking, like this whole house. His bitch mother and whore sister loved living like the white people on the TV, like pashas of the empire, like they were embarrassed to be Filipino.Well, not Mallao. He was proud to be Filipino. Screw all the white people and their money and their AIDS and their bastard half-breed children they never met. Screw them all. Mallao was proud to be Filipino, and he would show Maia what. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect breasts with my hands, and pulled her upright. The back of her body met my chest, and I began to kiss her neck until I met her lips again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of. She kept shaking and my balls felt like they were in a car wash as I quickened the pace and very soon I felt my nuts tighten and my cock start to pulsate and with both of us crying out profanities I felt my hot spunk shoot deep inside her belly. I didn’t let up and kept pumping as another spurt flew out and we were both out of breath so I slowed the pace right down gently pushing and pulling and felt her cunt muscles sucking every last drop out of me.I pulled my softening cock out and looked up.