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Dismayed and utterly destroyed mentally, the party girl had died leaving Heather a husk of her former self hidden and alone. There was no one to call to help her. A runaway, Heather had mostly just bounced around indian between houses. A nasty divorce had secured her future, but how much did she own at the end of the day? To her, the answer was nothing, and now she was older, looking even older that she was and alone. X's pitch had enticed her the moment he had finished the speech. Promises of restored youth, and another opportunity to find love and couple all she had to do was take a pill. Take a pill and think of her favorite animal. It had been a no-brainer that she had snatched the tablet away from X and taken it before he had even left the room. The scientist leaned back in his chair and smiled; he only asked her one question. What animal did she choose? It was a frog. Ever since Heather had been a little girl, before an accident had killed her parents and forced her into the foster care system. She had run away from that life fairly quickly and by all standards, she should never have amounted to having any money at all. It was a godsend that her ex-husband like a woman incapable of almost anything but cleaning, but her party lifestyle had driven into abuse, which never helped. The divorce would have left her destitute, but though her partying ways, Heather had managed to get an affair going between a friend and him. The courts had given her had and then some of the vast fortunes of her husband. Maybe that was the motive why X had come to her with the pill. She suspected it all the way until the next morning. Heather had been a looker. At sixteen, she had blossomed into a bombshell black haired beauty. Summers had been spent as often as she could, sunbathing college and so her black hair had quickly been complimented on her golden amateur skin. Many had commented that she looked like she was a native Hawaiian, but Heather laughed off the compliments. She had to. No matter what home she inevitably went to next, it was always a terrible place. The first time she had been raped was twelve, and she knew much of her partying was a way to hide the abuse. Slowly he got on his knees behind her and gripped the rim of the plug’s base with his fingers, slowly pulling until he met resistance. He'd never experienced that before. As hidden she took each step with care, feeling the coarse sand as it pressed between her clawed toes, she turned her mind to that of her prey, trying to see thing from her point of view, but the couple more she tried to make sense of it the less it did. Frank could feel a strong surge of energy between them, which further blurred the boundaries between his beloved sister’s vital energies and his own. He was embarrassed about undressing in front of these girls in such strange circumstances, but not so embarrassed he was going to miss the chance to fuck Erica. She looked at him questioningly. The black boys stand around us laughing. Then I get a video of her taking off her panties and then she turns the camera, and she gives me a close up of her shaved pussy. With Momo lying on her back on top of me, I took this opportunity to fondle her breasts and fiddle with her slit, making sure it was ready. Yeah, I liked her; hell, I really liked her, but was I in love with her? She pushed on by me and continued to the bedroom. I guess there isn’t anything to do but head back amateur to the convention? Louise's fine blonde hairs on college her arse tickled my nose and this drove me crazy as I lapped at her and tried to suck out indian as much pussy juice as I could.