She couldn’t believe what had just happened. The Scarecrow got to eye level. Milf sex She was impressed by the sight. She opened the book to the latest entry.
“Febuary 23rd, 1925,
I can’t shake the feeling that Scarecrow is watching me. Her car sped out of the clearing and into the open plains. She was touching up her red lipstick. Everything was in perfect order. Her hand came caressing it’s face. Venessa was a bit creeped out by the entry. The entire farm was empty, no one lived inside the house, the only one there was the Scarecrow whose arm went back under the loop that helped hold it up. She’s a Negro from New Orleans, I thunk she had practice in that voodoo stuff. It put the weapon down on the bed as it put it’s duck between her ass cheeks and sqeezed them together over it’s dick.
