They were carried to the waiting hearses by the pallbearers and taken to the mausoleum for the internment. A brief graveside service was conducted and each casket was placed in its final resting place, the door closed and sealed. The bodies of the 3 beautiful women whose lives had been snuffed out were now in their final resting asian place and the services concluded. A week later on January 2 in the evening; the nurse assigned to Mike in intensive care suddenly was startled when Mike began to open and close his eyes. She called his doctor and by the time the doctor arrived he had opened them and was looking around the room. Mike couldn’t use his hands because of the severe mauling that Benny and fellow thugs had done to them. He tried to speak but his sounds were unintelligible because the end of his tongue was missing. The surgeons had not been able to successfully attach the end that had been cut off. The doctor asked him if he remembered what happened to him. He shook his head no. At this point the police were notified that Mike was out of the coma. Detectives came to interview him. He had no memory of the night of the attack. Trying to get any useable information from was very difficult his speech and the condition of his hands. Mike was then shown a picture of his wife and daughter at a recent party. He smiled and indicated that he recognized them. His smile turned to uncontrollable sobbing when told that they had been murdered and that the funerals were held while he was in a coma. Mike’s weakened japanese heart couldn’t take the strain of being without his wife and daughter. He went into cardiac arrest and had a massive heart attack and was pronounced dead despite the best efforts of staff that were on duty. His association with Benny had proved fatal for he and his family! In the glimpse of her beauty arriving at my doorstep, I waited restlessly in anticipation of her endearing arms wrapping around my body. A trod, two, and three, and after reaching the door, wrapped her little lady arms around my back. "Hii babe" she devoted to me, wherein I replied excitedly "Hello, I hope all is good". After we exchanged greetings, I asked her: "You want something to drink?", to which she answered in affirmative.So she went up the Hairy stairs while I went into the kitchen to prepare two ice cold drinks to beat off the summer heat. Now to tell you about me. My name is Andrew, and i fucking adore my girlfriend. Vannessa is her name, although I prefer to call her the love of my life, and the prime example of an affectionate and heart-warmingly loyal darling. But most of fetish all, she is exceptionally gorgeous. The most remarkable part of her is her skin complexion - like a concoction of different cultures and ethnicities, on the condition that beauty is the main compromise. Thus, she cannot be considered neither white skinned, nor limited to the pallete of a brown-skinned woman. But she is all the three together. Her complexion merely hints at a dark-skinned heritage, with a very light brown overtone to her perfectly preserved light skin. Her hair is long, reaches just above her ass, absolutely perfect for both clenching in your hands, and also for letting your hand melt inside during a passionate make-out session. Just like her skin, her eyes are acorn colored. A timeless beauty, her body is like that of a doll. I say that asian I want to join Stacey and her downstairs as I could with trying to walk about more. She squealed and hopped around me and onto my lap in a single motion that almost made me dizzy. She hugged me from behind, her figure lithe. “You’re a decent brawler, kid, but you’re no Dark Knight,” came a sultry voice. At the next junction is a small store room. I just wanted to...” James' gaze drifted off into the distance as he remembered the events of the last 24 japanese hours. Hairy He seemed quite rational and well-balanced with respect to other problems. Destruction and black ash was everywhere. That will have to be in writing. (Who says prison administrators fetish have no sense of humor?)