Mr. Walker, slipped his shoes, socks, and shirt off, and crawled in bed next to me. He pulled me close to him and whispered, “Kalynn you did really ...reat baby”. I smiled and replied “why thank you” as I pushed my ass to his cock.“Ummm seems like someone needs a good fucking” He said. I turned my head to him smiled and “yes I do, can you do it”. I felt his cock it was growing again, I knew he could. He rolled me over on my back, and spread my legs. “Think I need some lube”. I reached and got the. It was the sort of behavior that irritated most of the older generation but he didn't find fault in it because it reminded him of his own actions more than a half century ago.He listened to their conversation with no sign on his weathered face that it made any impression on him. It was easy to ignore the pointed references to his useless value to society because he "beyond his expiration date". They all seemed to derive some measure of glee in guessing at his age and manner of death. Danny was. As his hand made contact, his mind was flooded with sensation – not painful, but sexual! The angel was kneeling on the ground, having an orgasm because she’d been stabbed. ‘What an interesting way to die…’ Simon couldn’t help but think.He jerked his hand away, fearful that he might lose control and take unfair advantage of this mortally wounded angel, but she’d felt his contact and now she wanted him. She reached out, radiating lust at him.“Wait!” Simon cried out. “You’re hurt! Let me check. Xavier approached, running his fingers against her labia. She struggled against her binds, outraged from his violating touch. Smirking, he kneeled down and ran his tongue between her lips. The blood from her cuts had congealed like hot fudge, mixing with the taste of her womanhood into a delicious dessert for the black-hearted Antichrist.Sister Olivia doubled her efforts to break free of her bonds, struggling not just to escape, but to ignore the sensations pulsing through her. His tongue was.