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Some didn’t have noses. Some didn’t really have faces at all. They were all crudely drawn, some even hastily. Nicole was looking at the room like she was playing Where’s Waldo. Eyeing every detail, almost breathing in the moment. I decided not to pepper her with more questions and do a little brunettes more of my own observing. I walked over to the bookshelf. So, what did the great Mitchell Baker read? Apparently Dickens. Like father like son. Either that or Mr. Baker just liked to keep his books in this room. “Your dad keeps all his Dickens books in here I see.” I massage remarked, trying to keep up conversation. I went back to observing the books before Nicole joined me. Upon seeing her, I turned to face her, and she did the same. “Dad never read a single Dickens book before Mitch passed on.” she told me in a warm, soft, sad voice. “This is Mitch’s bookshelf.” Oh. Well, I suppose this was a great shot of perspective, running from my heart all the way through my body. So… Mr. Baker… that’s how he coped. He carried on his son’s legacy, or something. Through Dickens books. “I dunno how to feel about that.” I told Nicole honestly. She responded by wrapping her arm around my shoulder and rubbing it softly. “Neither do I a lot of the time.” she told me. “I don’t know why I talk to him. Hell, I bet if he were back within a few months I’d start to wonder sometimes why I missed him. He could be a bit of a jerk sometimes. She was faking her orgasm again. She was wiggling them off, exposing the red thong she wore. Of course, I make encouraging remarks and tell you that you can become whatever your heart desires. She began a serious oral attack on Jake’s rod, licking it, nibbling at the swollen head, taking it as deep into her mouth as she could, gagging on it and covering it with her saliva. Any motion on the main dildo would cause a similar motion inside Laura. “Janis, since this is Sunday and your day as my slave. When I approach you, you will massage tell me your name, age, cup size, and whether or not your hymen is intact. No, no, I don’t want to.” We’re alive. brunettes