David had started to collect the names and addresses of Hummel's perverted friends on previous flights. Last night, he completed that list and placed ...the fourteen names on a spreadsheet along with the voluminous details he'd gathered on each man. Reconnaissance was complete. Now a battle plan must be devised. David would consult with Flint on the battle plan.David also spent fifteen minutes making messes in Wilson's house. No, making messes was too benign to describe what David did to Wilson's. Damien lifted his lips, savoring the coppery tang as he stared down at Britney. Her chest barely rose as she took her last breasts. Her body convulsed as she entered into blood shock. He had drank too much of her blood, and her blood pressure dropped precipitously.Death would follow."I know you," Damien whispered as he stared at his victim. He didn't have to drain her to the point of death, but he couldn't control himself.Her blood pooled onto the bedspread. His nose flared. His lips watered.. The battered marquee, half its lights missing or burned out, said "Majestic." For a minute, he wondered if he had landed in a Jim Carey movie. Then he read the name of the feature, spelled out in mis-matched movable lettering: "Mona Lisa Smile." Still reeling, looking for some kind of an anchor in this new reality, he turned, and found himself staring at a man he had never met, but who he knew intimately. The other man's online friends knew him as Troy. But Bob was able to look beneath the. ” Brenda became almost incoherent as Frank’s cock drove her into a massive orgasm, a true Big O that didn’t seem to stop, that had her shaking under the onslaught. Her pussy was spasming and clutching at his cock, and drove him over the edge, to pulse out a series of powerful jets of cum into her grasping pussy. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”, she babbled.Exhausted, Frank fucked his wife through his own cum, his hips pistoning his cock into her even when he was done, slowly collapsing atop her..