His humble cloth glistened with blood. Flies landed on it and nourished themselves. He shouted passion, delirious sympathy and desire overwhelmed him.... He loved her. He wanted her. She assured him. She loved him. She wanted him. She wept.Through my leaves, the man looked toward his god for mercy. Warm light sprinkled upon him. The woman bathed his forehead with water from a plastic jug. Removing the scarf was forbidden to her. Rivulets, pink like the petals of my spring, washed into the soil.A. "Best time I've had in years. How did yours go?" Not so well," Blake admitted, "But, I'll tell you about it later." He took Jenny's carryon, and they started down to the luggage pickup area.As they walked along, Blake slowly became aware that Jenny was singing to herself, just low enough for him to hear. He couldn't make out the words, but Jenny singing to herself was just about unprecedented, and Blake was surprised to hear it. "You do sound like you're in a good mood," he couldn't help but. ."Long blonde locks fell forward as Jenny ducked her head, and it took him a moment to realize that she was crying. Reaching out, a hand on hers, he waited for her to subside. When the tears had finally ceased, she said, "I love them both, but Daddy always hated her so much. I used to try and tell myself that it was just because she wasn't his daughter, but I know. It's why Mom threw him out. He never raised a hand to Fi, but the words ... hurt so much more. I tried to stick up for her, be a. Of course, I imagined that Lisa came and was hot to do it again. I cleaned up, changed the panties on my pillow, and this time put a bra on so that the other side of the pillow was like a girl’s shoulders. I used clean gym socks to stuff the bra. I got hard again and I began rubbing my cock against the silky black panties.This time my imaginary Lisa was telling me how horny she was and how badly she needed me to fuck her. I pretended I was the only man who could make Lisa cum. She begged me to.