'Where is all this leading? What are they going to do with Noah once he wakes up? What if Noah doesn't wake up!?' Fear somehow managed to dovetail wit... the latent lust pooling between her legs, though. She felt like someone had lit a terrible, unholy fire deep inside her loins. Right and wrong had been replaced by primal, feminine instinct. The need to be dominated. To submit. To be controlled…"OK, we're ready for the white bitch. Bring her down," Deon called.Emmett grasped her by the arm and. I don’t condone murder, or adultery. I just have a twisted sense of humor… In fact, I don’t even quite know where to post it… Erotic Horror, or Humor & Satire. I’ll post first in the later of the two. Which is the purpose for this warning. I’m sick and twisted. In what you would call ‘fetishes’ and ‘humor’. Basically, I’m not the person you want your kids to be around. But I am quite useful as a bad example. Feel free to always tell your children not to grow up weird like me. I tell my own. I licked down her stomach and breathed in her pussy when I arrived at the shaven glory. I kept going and flicked my tongue on her clit. I think my pussy was dripping by time my tongue ran down the inside of her pussy and I greedily slid it into it. Even unconsciously, she was wet. I loved her taste more than anything I had ever tasted. It even made me hornier knowing that she was sleeping and that i wasn't going easy on her nice cunt. She was unaware and was out for display and some good. ”“Good.” he looked around and then ran off around the corner of the church and out of sight.Half an hour later, when the parishioners started leaving, Paco handed the note to Clara and explained what happened. Clara quickly read the note. Looked up at Paco, she asked, “Is Colonel Anderson in town?”“Si senora he plays cards at the saloon. He is with the Sheriff.”“Take me there, now.”Paco was aghast, “But Senora, the saloon? it isn’t proper for a lady.”“Fiddlesticks, this is important.” by this.