When they walked around the “egg”, they saw a hole 50 centimeters in diameter where grey-blackish stuff, something like yolk, was dripping out of ...and onto the scourged plants smashed all over the place. “Call the police….” the man told his wife while he looked frightened towards the strange black object.On a hill, a few kilometers further, some 18 year old kids from around the neighbourhood sat around a bonfire they created. As there was nothing much to do around here, the teens most of the. I turned her around and pressed her frame against the table. Then, I licked her neck, her back, down to the elastic of her panties. I pulled down her panties to her ankles, and gasped when I saw her fleshy, milky white buttocks. I put my face against them and licked the beautiful flesh, and I could see the goose pimples on the fleshy mounds. She was moaning loudly now. I licked all the way down to the back of her thighs, her shapely calves. By now, the musky aroma of her juices had filled the. “You see? No passion.”“How do you put passion into a bowl of fruit, Mum?” I asked, pointing at the handful of nearly identical pictures all grouped together. The ones on display all had a little red A prominently marked in one corner.“Well, you did it by putting in flies and maggots.” Mum grinned at me.I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes, but apart from that!”Mum steered me so I was standing in front of the fruit pictures. I hoped I wasn’t in for a long lecture because I was carrying Angie. Angie. Bob is too. They admitted him yesterday. It's not good. He might not make it.”I sort of melted, sagging against the cubicle wall. “Oh, no.” If Rachel was funny and the life of any meeting, Bob was her counterpart, a cheerful man who drove a big blue Chrysler from the middle twentieth with a rumbling engine and had tail fins to the sky. l kept thinking of all the times he'd taken us for rides in the country in his shiny, vintage toy. They had three kids and five grandchildren who now faced the.