The curtains and tablecloths looked handmade. On the mantelpiece above the television set were a row of pictures. He walked over and picked up the fir...st one. There was a photo of a very pretty woman with a baby in her arms. The lady had eyes like Sarah’s. Next was a picture of the same woman with a man. He guessed that was Sarah’s father since they had similar facial features. Another photo showed the same woman holding a cubby little girl, that he assumed was Sarah. There were several more. Then she noticed the time and told him that she had to go get ready to meet her friend. Jim took the time to walk Jessica back downstairs and to see her off with another warm embrace and a kiss that left Jessica weak in the knees again. Jessica’s smile and her soft kiss in return, left Jim light headed and smiling as he reluctantly closed the door. Jessica walked back to her motel room. On the way, she started to think about her original battle plan and how the introduction of these new people. The last guy was on his knees in front of three girls laid out side by side in front of him. He had his cock in the middle girls cunt and an entire fist in each of the other girls. As he would slowly rock forward all three girls would simultaneously be advantaged by the stroke, and the he would edge back. This poor guy had a tiny little cock that kept falling out of the slit in front of him, so each time he had to pull one of his hands out of its widely stretched pussy so that he could adjust. After all, not many forgers would bother with hand smoothing a pair of genuine opals for eyes. It was a squating humanoid figure, yet different, with webbed feet and arms, strange stubby spines on its back, and, as mentioned, two large opal eyes the size of coasters on its elongated head. She searched through textbook upon textbook about its possible origins, but nothing came up, absolutely nothing was even remotely close to its style of craftmanship. Searching desperately for even a hint from.