The careful planning of the living room decor came to mind as the flames swept about my house. It had been the first room I had ever decorated myself,... everything from the wallpapering to the tiny glass figurines over the fireplace had been my own design and idea. I pictured what it must have looked like from the inside as it burned, the bluebell carpeting being eaten up first. The flames spreading to the flower-patterned wallpaper, then to the picture of my college graduation, with my mother,. She was even less impressed when he had eyed her cleavage a little too much. A quick glance to show appreciation was one thing, but full-on ogling was quite another. She supposed, given her profession, she had a bit of a chip on her shoulder regarding people and their stares, but she was still new to this. That was her defense at least. It was how Valerie justified herself.The same seat but it was a different bartender this time. A young girl, platinum blonde hair tied back in a short, stubby. I spurt a load cum which fell around me, staining my clothes, so I began to clean myself and glanced at my watch to check time. I was optimistic to learn I still counted on time enough before Isabel was back here to collect her stuff. I was too exhausted now, and decided to take it easy, I deserved a break –regain my breath. This didn't take long and was startled by my stiff cock already upright, again. I blamed the panty, so closet to my face, and decided that I'd rather try something. The feeling of his hot seed filling her womb made her feel damned for eternity and the brief moment of him withdrawing, gave her a sense of relief, only to be repeated shortly once again. She was passed to the next, bent over retching and entered once again in demanded fulfilment by a hardened appendage. In the far off recesses of her consciousness, she could hear the others crying out their pain at their own defilement, adding to her misery, as she knew who they might be. Her head was raised.