Such a shame we live in such an imperfect world, where sorrow and hate abounds, where greed and malice destroys perfection. Oh! God why did you make i...t like that? She could have lived in happiness, and not shed a tear. Unless tears of joy, of love and kindness. For such perfection there must be imperfections, and they abound in our world. We tend to look the other way when we see them, to ignore the evil, to pretend it does not exist, for evil is the failing, the failing of existence, the. I cupped her pussy with my free hand to see if she was wet enough, I was surprised to see that she was practically dripping with anticipation. “I’m already wet, slide it in me,” she said, straightening her back and pulling forward, away from my hand a little.When I took my hand away from her cunt, she arched her back again, pushing her slick, bald cunt lips out farther between her legs. I couldn’t believe what was happening, this young slut wanted me to shove a massive cucumber up her twat in. . She said..." Her eyes flick to Betty's headstone, and then jerk quickly away. "She said you could help me." Help you?" I stare at her, at a loss for words. My placid uneventful Sunday evening is gone, and this child is the thief. Why on Earth would Betty have encouraged this strange girl to come to me for help, and, more importantly, why is she here now, when Betty is gone? I feel like saying something scathing; a cutting remark that will complete the half finished job of scaring her off, but. "Thankyou, Brett, thank you so much." Let me see Kellie, let me see the picture, and make sure it's a goodone. If it's not I'm sure Brett will take another picture. Oh my God,your picture is so pretty. I bet you have 10 boyfriends with you beingso pretty."Sandie hands back my driver's license to me. I stare at it with mesmiling the biggest smile ever. I look at the picture, I start readingthe information on my driver's license. Oh my God, I think to myself.The picture of me looks like a girl,.