One of his hands glided beneath my slip, and I raised myself far enough off the sheets to bring the garment over my head. Straight away his lips began... to journey to my breasts and belly. His touch was like velvet, and each kiss brought me exquisite pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling the deeply etched muscles there. Eventually, his sweet, soft mouth found its way back to mine. I laid my hands on his smooth hips, and I could feel the heat of his lust. Little by little, I let my. It can only change form. It is only the arrogance of man that causes him to believe he is an exception to all the laws of the universe. A spirit isn’t created at birth or destroyed upon death. If everything follows the same laws, then it stands to reason that a spirit cannot be created or destroyed. It can only change form. When somebody dies, it isn’t the end of anything. It is a new beginning as they begin life anew in whatever form their spirit takes.“The way I see it when somebody dies, it. The thought of all the cock and pussy Ican handle…. Oh, it’s making me so wet,” she sighed.Jeff continued to stroke her, spreading her legs further, fingering herpussy slightly. The man from the pool was now standing by them strokinghis cock.“Baby, you have this man stroking his cock just from looking at you,”Jeff informed her.As Kris lifted her head to see the man standing there, she got a goodlook at his cock. He was long and thick. She wondered what he tastedlike. She surprised herself and. ‘I say take it!’ he yelled, moving her face toward him. The young man’s fist fell fast, hard, connecting with the back of the attacker’s head. There was a deep, confused shout, both hands released. The girl tried to scramble to her feet, but a heavy, open hand hit her head, sending it into the brick. She crumpled in a heap. ‘What da fuck?’ the attacker bellowed. ‘Da fuck you doin’ down here, cracka, gon’ mess wit me? Gon’ fuckin mess-!’ He charged at the young man, grabbing two fistfulls of his.