I have posted the first three for now, if your eager for the rest its available below, I will post the rest soon, uploading the entire set will take-time. So enjoy folks....
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N.B - I really would like comments on this, your impressions good/bad will be welcomed...
I don't know about any of the readers here but I find known persons i.e tv show frame grabs to be uninteresting in TG caps. Perhaps it because there is already a story behind the picture. The same also goes for pictures that you have seen before used as tg cap frames, though this is rare.
In any case just sharing my opinions her in my little sector of the Delta Quadrant space. Thats a reference to a tv show by the way....
Dragon Master Cecil
Has anybody here tried to climb the James Axler mountain of fear, so to speak... What's your experience? Wishing myself goodluck....
Dragon Master Cecil
Where Am I? (for) Anon
Erica felt so bleary and the sense of disoriented was so emergent that even moving her head sent a buzzing wave of nausea throught her entire body. It was not just the sense of disorientated that was wrong, there was also a sense of *inexactness* about the simple aspect of being. It was then she realised through a groggy/disoriented mind and eyes that this room, body and person whom she was; seemed utterly alien to herself.
The room was prettying in and of its self, down to the pink walls and wood panelled flooring, she had wanted carpeting but money had not availed itself and so like always she had to settle, the life of a single mum and everything it entailed was not always as glamorous as people believed.
“Where did that come from?” Erica said, it was almost like hearing her own voice for the first-time. Erica was a single mum, perhaps she was a bit hung-over, going out with Paula had a bad influence on her and she usually drank too much but there was no alcohol on her breath.
After a few moments of consideration she realised that after waking-up her mind was just starting up more slowly than normal, she had breakfast to get ready for Brad, chores, shopping and she had to back for three to get her little darling dinner ready.
Thoroughly shrugging off her morning mind, whatever it was Erica relieved her horny morning body, losing her man to indifference had been hard, she was still sexually active and when no man availed, masturbation was the only option, after all men got morning wood, she knew that very well.
Slowly taking her clothes off, she felt her tits, slowly feeling her way all the way, deep down into the tingling recesses of her wet waiting pussy folds. Until she came, unfulfilled but somewhat satisfied she smiled; after all only a real cock made her really happy but they would also have to be a good father for Brad, that was the problem, they didn’t want a son, she sighed…
Brad slept in the room downstairs, her memory was still intact, after switching minds using her witchery dream powers, her mind had slept as Brad’s boy slept but when awake Erica would have a new lease on life, it was the only reason she had the kid and Erica, was now a loving parent, she had always hated the kid but he was just a body she farmed. Life would be new she believed, she would achieve great things and if not; well children were easy and sex was always fun.
On a side note, I went to see Resident Evil : AfterLife, in 3D the film is completely awesome and that is probably an understatement, however the ending is not very good. To be specific, it is an ending where, if another is not made the film itself becomes.... (looking for a word here...) ... Incomplete and worthless without it's true ending. This is not good especially when the ending could have been done in such a way to leave it open yet also have a degree of closure, thinking of all the infinished TV/Film (s) I have liked can make me quite irritated.
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Oh... thank-you to Sport/Alexia/Anon for my first comments, two months (nothing) then 3 in a week, I guess we are are not alone, as the X-Files would say.