" She lookedat every item in the room with familiarity. She looked back at Alexis,"I remember you, too. You're Alexis Renee Jenkins, born October 9t...,1988. You.." she looked down at the bed "...You and I were..but that'snot possible!" she had a look of shock on her face now. "I'm straight!I like..boys? But..." You're...is it really you? What happened?" Alexis started edgingcloser, trying to analyze the girl's face."I guess it's really me, whoever me is. I just remember being with. He grabbed his cock all big fat 12 inches of it and slapped my face from side to side. Then told me to go lie on the bed on my back with my head over the edge I wanna fuck you face like that little whore on the video was getting it. I lie on the bed with head over edge Richard walked up to me and all he said to was this is going to rough you better not tell me to stop till i dump my load down your throat. I looked up and said I want you to fuck me. Richard laughed and said trust me you will get. While he was done with the projects for his townhome that didn’t mean he was done working on projects in other townhomes. The word had in some way spread as to Ed being a handyman and several women had asked him to solve various problems that existed in their townhomes. He accepted the small projects but declined to do the big ones. An example of that is when he was asked to replace a water heater. He had done that when he was younger but at this stage in his life, he told the lady that she. Facing Ami, at the top of the circle was the most unusual woman Ami had ever seen. When she saw Ami she stood and Ami stopped dead in her tracks. Even in the dim light, this woman glowed. Luminous alabaster skin was topped by thick, dark red hair cascading down her back. But what drew Ami's attention were her tattoos. They were exposed by her tank top, one on each deltoid. They appeared three dimensional, as if they were raised on her skin. One was a black symbol, the other a half electric.