Chantal Warriner stared at her flawless features in the rearview mirror, wondering how she got so lucky. She knew how. Her perfect mother had married ...her perfect father and she had become the perfect baby. And Chantal Warriner was perfect in every way. She had graduated three years ago from Beachville Academy with a perfect 4.0 grade point and had been accepted to Harvard. She had graduated a year early with a degree in art history and had found the perfect job, managing a museum in France.. None of the dead people I saw was marked in any way. It was like poison gas had gone through, or some kind of death ray. Yeah, right. A death ray. I'd been reading too many comic books.I figured whatever it was must have happened late in the night. Last night. That would account for the small number of people I found in the casino, and the fact that the street outside was completely empty. Most people had been caught, in bed, by whatever it was that had killed them.I tried another telephone,. After hours of this fucking he dumped his cream deep in my pussy and rolled off me, I went into the bathroom to unload. I came out and said I needed water did he want anything and he says sure a sandwich would be good, really ok.I go into the kitchen and drink a bottle of water while making him a grilled cheese grab a bag of chips and a coke and head back to the bedroom, I hear sounds of sucking while I near the room? When I get there he is watching the Blue Ray player we have hooked up to the. Saliva and cum poured from her mouth and Tom wiped his cum coated cock across her backside. "I'll now do the onions", he said as he pulled his trousers up."This is the salad that Betty made", the neighbour said after he had also pulled up his trousers. "You are both randy bastards", she said but with a smile from cum covered lips. "I'll now have to go and have a shower, so if the meat isn't cooked and we are late I will tell all in sundry that the reason things are not on time is because you.