Where all the worst murderers, pedophiles, mutilators and rapists, even wiches and devil worshipers were buried. Some of them hung, others shot dead, ...nd even some burnt alive. It was easy to see what attracted her to this part of the cemetary. Many of them were misunderstood and lashed out because they were outcasted and exiled from society, like her. But unlike her almost everysingle one of them were men, even most of the witches were men. She always sat against the tombstones, in her sick. ’ Setting the tray down on the table, she handed a cup to Tony, ‘have you forgiven me yet Tony?’Tony just gave a curt nod. They watched some television, it was close to ten o’clock. Jean suggested that Tony take his bath first, then Rose. Tony sat by the fire in his pyjamas, Rose came out in her dressing gown and Jean went in to take hers. Rose sat and brushed her hair, then she asked him. ‘So Tony, is your penis very big?’ He was about to storm off upstairs, then he remembered what his. I froze, a tangle of feelings and thoughts. I had waited so long for this moment, agonized over exactly how it would happen, and now that it was happening, my mind was blank. My lips moved on auto pilot until she brought her hand up to thread her fingers through my hair. I moaned softly and sank down into the pillows as her tongue flicked over my bottom lip, demanding entrance. I couldn't deny her, especially not when she grabbed my lip in her teeth and nibbled softly. I brought my hands up her. I reached up and pulled his face to mine, “If you’re going to fuck me with that hunk, you’ve gotta kiss me, too.”I tasted a mixture of my own pussy juice and blackberries as our lips locked together. His cock started moving, again, making me mash our faces even tighter. The preserves were even on his nose; each time our heads switched from one side to the other, some would rub off on my face.I pushed him up and saw the look in his eyes… that look. The look that told me, “I want you, all of.