Rocking and mumbling feverishly, she let blood from the chicken head drip down on the photo, spit on it, and ripped it in two. She let out a sigh, sta...rted crooning softly, and pulled a small vial of white powder out of a pocket on her dress. She sprinkled it gently on the photo of Mark and his girl, kissed it, and slumped down in what looked like a faint. I don’t think I took a breath the whole time. I thought she might have had a heart attack and reached for her to see if I could feel a. I wondered why a couple of unfaithful sluts like Marge and Sally were trying to stop Bree from talking to me. Not that I wasn't thankful since I didn't want to talk to Bree anyway.I remembered the last time we talked. It was just a little over two weeks ago. She had called me a dozen times a day during the first three weeks after I walked out, but I didn't take any of her calls. She decided to try a more direct approach. I got off work one night and found her sitting on the hood of my car. I. "Here's your birthday present," I moaned and thrust my cock into her wet cunt. She was tight, like a vice, and so fucking warm."Oh, fuck!" the teen gasped, "Christ, he's bigger than Dillon! He's stretching my cunny so good, Mom!" Happy birthday, Melody," Laura purred, stroking her daughter's face. She bent down and captured her daughter's lips in a loving kiss. "I got a present for you, too, songbird." Her mom sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide before Melody's face. Laura's cunt was wet,. But I really don’t have the time to figure out what it is. I’m late enough already.” Had Adam not alerted her, Solace would not have known that the woman was homeless, for she could not see the disreputable state of her hair and clothes. She would simply have assumed that the woman was either on the way to or from a laundry facility. “Adam, leave her alone. Was she bothering you or something?” “No, but—“ Adam began lamely. “She does have a right to walk the streets, you know.” “She was.