I looked myself over in the mirror. Hot! I’m only 31 years old, and look better than anyone I went to high school with. My husband says I have a ...��Preying Mantis” body. Long legs, a long, skinny stomach that climbs up forever before reaching a pair of high, tight small C sized tits. They are perfectly balanced with the rest of my body, and the little nipples sit high on the boobs, pointing slightly up with all the perkiness of a 20 year old college girl. My arms are as long, and slim as my. . I love,” panted Abigail, her pleasure still wracking her body. “But the lust ... from Aurora. She’s in him ... Damien ... feeding him ... infecting me ... Oh, fuck, yes!”Pleasure consumed Abigail’s mind.Abigail’s words cut through Damien’s despair.He lifted his eyes, staring at his wife. For a moment, her green depths cleared of passion as she spoke those words. A surge of hope shot through Damien. His wife wasn’t the priest’s whore. She was infected by him.She needs me.Aurora needs. Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it. I walked itno the building that morning and noticed something had changed. Several of faculty Had smiled ,waved or or made some kind of contact. I never relized how many fine mature women either taught or worked in the office, at our school.And for some reason we were noticing each other that morning.I struggled through my first two classes,I was hard thinking about being able to see Mrs Mitchell. Maybe getting a few answers. about her and my moms conversation. Did she tell her she sucked my.