Her name was Laya Bounxouei. She was beautiful, she was young (only twentythree), and she was smart. She was a university graduate who had a good educ...ation from a Laotian high school. Her father was a surgeon, her mother a nurse. She was interested in finding an American man. I started chatting with her, and we got along great. She was fluent in English. Did I mention she was beautiful? She was tall for a Laotian gal, 5'3, with long black hair, dark eyes and light, honey-brown skin. Petite, but. I slowed, and peered between two boards that had warped apart over time. My eyes must have been as wide as saucers as I looked into their back yard. In the master bedroom, a full size glass door faces the fence, and I could see them both in bed, the dim light of several candles illuminating their bodies. Through the glass, I could see Jackie, lying on the bed, completely naked, with her arms and legs in a spread-eagle position. Michelle was kneeling next to her, dressed in a garter-belt,. Political turmoil was way down, and there was a lot less theft in the world.I thought about all the remaining evildoers in the world, and set out to do something about them as well. I eliminated all the serial killers. That one was easy. Sure, I defined the terms of the kill group with my usual attempt at care, but I really didn’t have to worry about it too much. I mean, if somebody met the generic definition of a serial killer, how much of a sweetheart could he or she be on the personal. ”Connie pulled out and allowed my wife’ legs to drop. “Come over to this bench” Connie said in a seductive tone. “It was made for just such a thing.”She patted the bench and Iaid over the black vinyl bench. This position bent me at the waist and allowed me to put all of my weight on my stomach and chest. My head hung over the other side. My feet were spread, and my arms hung down on the other side. Connie gently stoked the underside of my still hard cock, that was now pointing down at the.