” I was left with no choice but to call the authorities. It pained me so much when they had to take her to the ward but it was for the best. It has... been two years since that tragedy. She showed improvements and adapted to her modern life. Much as she tried to hide it, she still craves to achieve that dream that was ruthlessly denied of her. She spends her time back at her studio; her notes littered the floor just as how it has always been. She does not want to forget, but neither does she want. I gulped and slowly nodded my head, though I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I let out a small groan as I felt her hand manipulating my cock through my pants, the precum slowly staining its way through my jeans. Oh my god, no one had ever done anything this exciting to me before. Aha, a 29-year-old that had never gotten a hand job in a car. Wait no, of course I had, except this one was different. There was just something so amazingly appealing about this girl. At this point, I was so. Long beautiful hair spilled down like a golden shield, which gleamed about her body. Stretching, raven tilted her head back, feet on tiptoe, her breath quickening with pleasure, as each moan was swallowed by a single kiss. ‘That’s it, baby, move yourself for me’, the blonde spoke in a hushed tone. ‘Move that beautiful ass right on here where it belongs.’ Hooking her finger, the blonde’s finger began turning round and round inside the darkened passage. Moaning loudly, the girl began to slam. I thought I might hook up with one of those small tour groups and just wander around." It sounded like a pretty good cover story to me. "I can just hop around all over the place. They can set me up with places that are cheap and safe," I suggested."Since when has safe been an issue with you?" she said."Since I can't carry an m16 with me," I replied."Max you stabbed a man with a butter knife and watched him bleed out. Do you expect me to believe you have suddenly gotten timid?" she asked."Good.