’ I get up, turn around and re-straddle your hips. My hair covers your chest and face and you enjoy the softness and fragrance of it. I think, ‘He...y, this is cool.’ I run my finger around the tip of you cock and then run my hand down the shaft to your balls. When I start tickling your inner thighs, you pull me back so that I’ll stop tormenting you. You lift my butt and as I lower myself your cock slides into me. I squeeze and you gasp. I rock back and forth against you and the different. Now she looked again into her old room and slowly shook her head. Out loud she said, ‘Now let us lay this restless ghost that so long has disturbed our quietude so that our lives may go on.’ Striking a dramatic pose she thought, ‘Well if Will didn’t write that he should have.’ Smiling, she turned and headed towards the kitchen. ‘Well, restless ghost or not, I need to think about supper,’ she murmured to herself. She opened a cabinet to see what she could find. She had brought enough food to. She thought that it was good that Jim was tied now, because if he could get loose he would probably kill Pete. Pete would kill him with the rifle, but she had a feeling that Jim would reach Pete and kill him before dying. And she didn't want Pete dead at the price of her husband's life, she told herself. That was too high a tariff to pay for one dead hoodlum."Yes, sir," she said, looking away from Jim. She got up, hugging the robe about her demurely. Max had let the girls put on robes again,. No, wait. Now she's holding this thing. I swear, it looks like an albino snake." Bronson sensed he was being given the business. "Bullshit." "No shit," insisted Freddie. "She's doing something to it with her hands and it's gotten bigger. What the...? Okay, I'm not making this up, I promise. But she just bent over and slid that snake-looking thing into her head." He looked down at Bronson. "You think this is like some Praying Mantis deal? You know, the female eating the male? Damn, I hope not..