Abigail’s pussy grew wet. Her excitement dripped down her thighs as she savored the scent of his blood mixed with the gunpowder. The brass shells ti...kled as they bounced across the cement floor.What a beautiful melody.“Faust is yours to deal with,” the German said, closing the SUV’s side door.Damien put his booted foot on Faust’s neck, pressing down hard. “And my angel?”The German furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t know anything about an angel.”“Father Augustine destroyed her.” A snarl crossed. I barely got to talk to her because everybody was talking to her and I'm just a kid why would she want to talk to me. For once we stayed late at the cookout and I soon fell asleep. I felt someone pick me up and start to carry me upstairs. I opened my eyes half way up and looked into Kim's eyes. I couldn't believe she was carrying me. She just looked up at me and smiled. "Hey sleepy head. You fell asleep. I was gonna put you to bed" You can put me down. I know I'm heavy" I said with a pout "Oh. I am in a hotel somewhere in your capital city. I have been away for a week on business and I am missing you terribly. We talked on the phone last night and although that helped, it does not come close to being with you, touching, holding you, smelling you, kissing you, tasting you, making love and falling asleep in your arms. The last thing I remember before I went to sleep last night was that my cock was hard from thinking about you and what we would do when I get home. Now it is morning and. When he was serious, I felt like he was interrogating me. He was more interested in the “who, what, when, where, why” than the spiritual aspect of our beliefs. Although I had my suspicions about him and his role here, I needed to teach him the ways of our family. Our family was an open-minded one. There was no shortage of both male and female nudity at any given time. It wasn’t uncommon to see people having sex in the living room or even the kitchen. It didn’t bother me. I loved looking at.