Katriana’s smiling face appeared in my mind, my mother and father holding her. The urge to paint her had built and built over the last year.But fugi...ives did not have the time to spend in one place working on an oil painting. The best I could do was sketch her in charcoal.And my sketchpad lay in the tent.Zanyia moaned louder, Ava’s smaller gasps echoing.The vines that grew up my left leg and spilled over my hip represented my mastery of dance, of moving my body to music, expressing all my. I had made it my goal in life to catch, maybe kill the son of a bitch that was raping the girls from the college. I also wondered how it was being kept so quiet from the media. Someone associated with the college at a very high level has some damn big clout with the media or were involved with the rapist.That might be another project for Jen. Search for sex offenders in the area or those in jail that may be getting some kind of temporary release or furlough the first of every month.Exercise is. I knew I was going to cum soon and she must have felt it too. She started yelling to fill he ass with my cum and then I shot a hot load in her asshole and then another and another.Her butt hole was so tight nothing leaked out.My dick started to soften and I slid out of her. She stayed right where she was, bent over the bed. Then I saw the cum start to drip from her butt hole. I stood watching it. Then I felt a hand on my back pushing me to the side. It was my mom and after she moved me aside. I replied No telugu only English or Hindi. Who’s this? Kaun hai?”After a while I received the reply from that number and this time it was in English. It was Ramya name changed. The same girl in whose flat Uzma used to make out with me. She said Uzma gave her my contact number and was praising a lot about the way I fucked her for almost a month.She wanted to meet me for a while. I asked a casual one or a make out meet? She replied a casual one for now. I said cool and fixed the next day, time.