Rabella returned home from work and soon wondered where Simon was. Checking her handheld computer for messages, she read Simon's terse email. “Nothi...g we can do. You got a plan anyway, Jack? Wanna fill us in?”He almost started with the crows. Jessy and Damien both knew he worked with crows, but he didn’t want them knowing everything he was doing. Not because he didn’t trust them, but because it was the safer way in managing a secret; the less people who knew the better. His two pets were watching them from above, and with some practice, the two birds would be his eyes in the sky from now on, permanently.He was going to take this new. "Men on Sunday are usually well heeled and well behaved...That's it honey. Right there" she sighed as I spread the lotion on my hands and rubbed her large ass. "They don't try to negotiate the price and are usually respectful" she continued as I massaged her naked hips. "Don't forget the insides." she said leaning a bit further, exposing her asshole to me. My mother's rectum is a work of art. Leonardo was unfortunate to not have known my mother and her beautiful anus or Paris museum would. I had been doing this for more than two years when I encountered an acquaintance I had not seen since before Arthur died. He was one of those expatriate Russians who, having made themselves notorious at home, were eking out an existence abroad, living on charity, writing a little, accepting the small sums they received from their families, and "investing" money collected by them for whatever political organization they'd founded. Sergei offered to invest some of my money in his Cause, but I had.