I need to get out and make water,” Morgan said.“You didn’t make waste at Passion Mill?”“Lots of coffee. Lady Ashley gave us a long night.”...e were pulling to the side. I began to drift again. Why couldn’t Morgan make water in the van’s toilet? Where was the van’s toilet? I’d expect it to be between us, forward a bit, but there was clearly no fixture there. This van must not be night-rated. That was strange; Oak Leaf didn’t have any day vans any more. Our vehicles featured inner boundary channels. Ash put hers fingers to her mouth, and said “taste it, I taste good,” then licked her fingers clean.He did putting a wet finger in his mouth. Ash turned her back to him, spreading her legs; she bent, giving him another tantalizing view, as she picking up her Tee, pulled it over her head after she stood up. Looked over her shoulder said, “See you next Tuesday, Mr. Clxxxxxn”. Then, pulled the tee down over her ass. Brittany snapped a leash onto Ashlynn’s collar. “I can’t take you anywhere you. " Son of a bitch, you really are a piece of work! How long have you been at this game you play?" If I recall correctly, my first fatal encounter was with a would-be kidnapper when I was about nine years old. My French tutor had just left for the day, and I was in the back garden enjoying the flowers. I had my back turned to the gate in the fence surrounding our home, but I heard it squeak as it was pushed open by a rudely-dressed individual carrying a cudgel. I turned at the noise and saw him. Hanging the bike along side my car I turned back to the door to see Meagan standing just inside it. She smiled a shy smile at me. Noticeable, she was breathing through mouth as if having just ran a marathon. Experience recognized heaving breasts wasn’t due to exhaustion, but to nervous anxiety. Of course, seeing the four top buttons of her blouse no longer being fastened had a part to play in my discernment.Indeed they were perky. Youthful buds, they were, with light pink, silver dollar sized.