Karina must and panicked and detonated her vest. There was photos of her body and a video of the explosion online, I found them amateur in a death and gore website. Her body was flung dozens of feet in the air after the explosion, her body was relatively intact after the explosion with her stomach and crouch area destroyed. Her black legging partially ripped but her shapely legs still attached the a gory mess that used to be the love tunnel I so often penetrated. Her guts were hanging out of a bloody mess that was her stomach and her clothes were blow apart revealing her blackened but otherwise un damaged breasts with those beautiful mound and nipples. Her head was still covered by her hijap and her face almost unscathed. Her half opened eyes and partially opened mouth was captured by the Russian soldier who took the photos. I asian wanted to claim her body for burial but it was not possible, so she was incinerated in run downed Russian morgue with all the other unclaimed bodies. Tomorrow a group of young girls will be arriving to the compound, I will need to select one or two new aids for myself. For now I will have to be satisfied with Karina’s panties under my nose and her naked form making eye contact with me on my monitor as I relieve my self to her memories. It was a hot Toronto summer Sunday evening when I was headed back home from spending an evening downtown with my friends. As 23-year-old junior college students we were enjoying the much-needed break from our chinese semester exams. I was about six subway stops past the Bloor-Yonge line in an empty cart, I was seated near the doors having a perfect view of the empty seats opposite of me. The humidity was getting to me so I decided to unbutton three of the top buttons of my silk white shirt. My black, lacey bra was almost visible but given the cart was empty I couldn’t give a damn. Just as the subway came to a halt at the Greenwood stop I decided to touch up and reapply a bit of my luscious light peach lipstick to my supple, soft lips. It was at this moment that this gorgeous, buxom blonde lady entered the cart. Swaying in front of me in a black shimmering sequin dress while swinging her black clutch in right hand, her hips seemed to sway in time to the tune she whistled: ‘Young Folks’. With her lips pursed, this atomic beach blonde haired beauty continued to whistle as she took the seat directly opposite me with her legs crossed. Wearing a pair of platinum guild Weitzman Stilettos, the intricately designed straps drew me to her thin ankles and well pedicured toes. Her nail polish and lipstick all matched: a bright red, the colour of love, passion, lust. She must have been at least six feet tall with the shoes on, probably 5 feet 10 without them. At 5 feet 3 with a very dainty frame I could imagine this woman with a solid, toned teen body towering over me if I were to stand next to her. Her plump derriere curves were hugging in the dress as she sat facing me, my eyes roved all over her porcelain skin as my gaze moved onto her breasts, they were at least a solid D cup compared to my younger and still under-developed B cups. Taking in the sight before my eyes, this lady must have been in her mid 30’s at the most. I seemed to be in a dreamy state for a while as my eyes couldn’t get enough of her. I felt as if my entire soul was being drawn into ……. No…. engulfed by thai a passionate attraction that I had never before experienced. Today’s gonna be a good day. He could’ve gone on like that, always amateur on edge sexually, always flirting and chasing women with the sex drive of a seventeen year old. “We ain't done yet,” he said. I had no idea where that came from, but I knew that our sex life was about to change for the better. Say 'Master, please fuck my slutty pussy'." Is the bill too much? I started to have thoughts that I had made a mistake going there but a man came over to me and told me that they didn’t open until 10 o’clock. A few days later my boss called me into his office and I walked in and went and stood at the front of his desk. Alex adjusted the strap, so the clamps were in line with her upper and thai lower lip respectively. All I had to do was raise my hand, and turn Willowbud Autumnsong to ash, and none of this would’ve happened. She let out a yelp and dragged her fingers across my back, leaving thin red cuts. He fit the spongy tip of his prick between the pouting lips of her cunt. She came out of the bathroom, picked up the stockings chinese and sat on the vanity stool. Wearing only my bad girl panties, I sauntered out of my bedroom. He is the central point of her activity and the primary thing asian that keeps her moving through the teen day. “He’s gone. My hands grip her thick muscular thighs as I start to panic at the lack of air. Cassie joined us in the car.