Black flame.It was a Crúac ritual, to create the flame, one Beatrice had no idea how to perform. Whatever the flame did, Jacob insisted it was a help...ful step in bridging the communication gap between their pitiful little physical world, and the great beyond. Smoke signals, was the analogy he used. But like all things Crúac, it wasn’t as simple as a drop of blood on a torch.Jacob tossed the torch into the bowl of blood and death, and without so much as a flicker, the massive bowl, sat upon. The Imam's visions fueled the perpetual battles that made the dream of peace in the Middle East little more than a nightmare. His visions nurtured the seeds he had planted, fracturing the United States. His instructions, fueled by his visions, kept the warring U.S. factions at each other's throat. He had described the peace-making efforts of the divided United States to Juno as 'forcing someone to play chess against themselves'. Wars and corruption in Central and South America were the product. .." Catching her mid moan, he turned her around sealing his lips over her mouth. ‘Mmmmm! His tongue is so smooth' she thought as it swirled in her mouth caressing her. Her tortured body craved his manhood. She yearned for him to take herhard right there in the way that she had begged him to over the past month, "Oh Steve...Please do it to me.... Take it.... Take me now.... Fuck me hard!" He obviously had other plans. His mouth slowly explored the contours of her back, blazing a trail of hot. Getting jealous, I saw my friend and congratulate her and apologized for not bringing my hubby. Literally pissed with the situation I was in, I decided to have drinks and went to the bar area. I at once began to take shots of beer. There was one middle-aged at the bar. We chatted awhile. After few shots the beer got me and I was hot. My cheeks and ears became red and I started blushing for no reason. As the talk grew, he started to comment on how good I was to maintain my figure and called me.