"My parents store junk in the main floor, but the upstairs is an old attic of sorts and they let me do whatever I want there. So that's where we have ...ll the coven stuff."The attic was strange looking amalgamation of exposed wooden boards and wiring, with odd-looking mystical wall-hangings and home-made watercolor paintings on the walls. Along one of the walls a makeshift cinderblock bookshelf stood, lined with mostly older titles, but with a lot of new-age paperback stuff in there as well. A. Evie Douglas. Short for Evelyn, but you get the idea. These are my children, Boaz, Ruth, Naomi, Esther, Deborah, and Caleb. Yes, all Bible names, of course. This is my ... husband, Joseph. He’s probably already contemplating his revenge in case you don’t pick me. It won’t be pretty. Some kind of church discipline, to put it mildly, and worse at home. We’re ... Christians, you see. Independent, fundamentalist Baptists, to be precise. My husband’s a deacon, too, and my father-in-law’s minister of. The first cubicle… I opened the door and there she was, standing nervously. I stepped in, shut the door and locked it. I approached her moving closer, she went to say something, but I placed my finger across her lips, signalling not to make a sound. Then I lifted her shirt off her shoulders so she was standing just in her bra, and god it made me horny, her breasts popping out while I could see her nipples standing to attention through her bra. I lifted the strap of her bra from her shoulder and. When he closed his eyes he could still feel her lips around his cock, her tongue swirling sensuously. Indeed, he could still hear her moaning, begging to be taken harder and deeper. But nothing would ever erase from his mind the sight of her making Molly cum. Ever since their pre-school encounter several weeks earlier, his infatuation with his daughter had turned to an uncontrollable lust. They hadn’t spoken about what happened, but they would look at each other across the dinner table and.