It was a present from Jesus Christ, given to him in a small church in New Mexico. The Goddess had sent him there, to meet with his savior on Easter Mo...ning at sunrise. There, he had been charged with the sacred duty to help bring about peace among the various religions. Deacon Jones replied, “I’m glad to hear that.”The group went into the house to talk about recent events. The deacon went through the activities of the past two months and answered Ed’s questions with care not to speculate. After. Happy to oblige, I began to work her clit with my tongue, making slow circles around it as I kept running my finger into her slit, but with each pass inserting it a little bit deeper. I felt her juices begin to flow more liberally and I fully inserted my finger, quickening the pace of my tongue around her throbbing clit. Sally began bucking her hips wildly around my face, her thighs squeezing tightly around my head now.Suddenly, I felt a hand grasp my cock, and then the warmth of an eager. He drove that bastard of a cock so well it gave me another orgasm. I don’t know why, but just at that instant, my mind went through a flash-back and thought, ‘I’m glad I never kicked him in the nuts.’ My voice had given up on me and I could not make a sound as he fucked the fucking shit and life out of me. I had orgasm after orgasm; my cunt released its juices like it was on tap. I felt like I was being well and truly fucked. Oh god, how could he go on like that, he was so strong and had so. It's getting chilly out hereanyway. Come on, hon."She helped me up and held me as we went back inside. I was still crying,and Sandra knew that I was at a breaking point again. She took me to myroom, made me lay down, and sat by the bed, holding my hand until Ifinally dropped off into a troubled sleep.Chapter FiveI stayed in the hospital for the next three days, having as much contactwith Sara as they would allow me. At first, it seemed like she wasgaining strength, and it helped me to de-stress.