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A time when people and earth just broke,� life lost it's, hmm, glimmer. There was no more us, 'just pockets of mes' my father say. He was historical, he teach me.� If I member what right, it was 2030 your reckoning …" She continues talking, steady and calm, describing the events as she can remember, fighting to structure the words she had lost the habit to use. His eyes drift to the hearth and get caught in the focus of a single ember, floating on the updraft from the fireplace.� It twirls and swirls in tight circles, pulling him in. Pictures get painted in his mind, either by the flow of her words or some other force entirely. Or maybe, hints of both. Staring at the ember he drifts into them and sees. The world was very different in many ways, but not so different in the ones that mattered. Pictures of� war, a brutal war, fills his head with places familiar. Diseases and famines and radioactive events and� almost three eighths of the world population was gone in a year.� A little less than a third were left when there were no bombs left to drop and none left who could build them. In the calm in the eye of the storm, people started to doggy style change.� In 20 short years all babies were born different than before. � Some were more aquatic,� some more adapted to mountainous terrain,� some were able to change their coloring, others were hermaphroditic, some egg laying. There were even those who could sense by touch better than sight or see at night better than the day.� All very much looking as public their ancestors did, just tweaked,� in subtle sometimes imperceptible ways. There were smaller groups, splintered here and there, who could shift the energies of nature to their will. It didn't take long before the ones with physical differences came together, to challenge the ones who could scry the essence. 'It seems to be what humans do best,' he thinks, as the scenes play out, 'fear and hate,� then group together in like mind and go after what you don't understand or what causes you envy or, maybe, you see the potential of it and want to take it and control it for your benefit.' Noticing the power at the others command, and fearing them,� they chased them out of towns or Hardcore killed them in the night. But there were those who would not japanese be taken so easily. Some went to solitary places away from the hordes. Some, grouped together in secret and fought back. And, more wars ensued. Villages and cities all over the planet were again razed and afire. Many died on both sides,� many others were tortured, or maimed, or enslaved. � And fate, well she was not always kinder to the ones who left for more peaceable pastures. He finds himself hawk-eyed, looking down on an unfamiliar stage. � A dirty road in a village, outside a marketplace. A disheveled, thirsty child stands beside a haphazard fruit stall. She pushed the point of the knife into the taut, smooth skin and pierced it completely, pressing her loins close Hardcore to Dana's the while, and licking the hot tears from the girl's high cheekbone. I raised the lid and sat on the toilet, scooting way back so I could pee without pointing it down too much. “P-p-p-please!” The woman cried again. Kelly sighed and looked away in doggy style disappointment, resting her cheek on her palm as she slumped back in the easy chair. Dominance and Submission is for some, certainly not for all. “Blow jobs are japanese for when we have time,” she answered and dragged me toward the kitchen. It's a great place. “Thanks for a good time slut. “We will read the script together when I have bathed you” she went public on, “but first I will take you to the paddock to become acquainted with Lucifer”. Never!” Scott moved faster inside of Becky and came inside of her ass hard. Sitting in the middle of the hangar was a private jet. I took the opportunity to slip her panties off her ankles and toss the into the corner with her bra before helping her up. Dianne said sternly, asian “We are changing at the club.” Then she gave them a disapproving look and continued, “Now you’ve spoiled the surprise.”