So I stayed there to see what happened. To my surprise they where kissing hot when the cop interfered them. I was genuinely surprised to see that it w...s the same neighbor’s daughter. She was crying and so way the guy. The police where threatening them that they would call their parents and let them know.Soon, metro security also arrived. I wanted to help them but I didn’t know what I should be doing. So I casually walked and with command I asked why “What’s is the problem? Why are you standing. Don’t interrupt Michaelist gatherings, either, any of you. Let them do their thing. We’re working together with the Michaelists, in some friendly competition, but not hostile or adversarial at all. The goal is to turn as many humans as possible into either Raptured saints or devils of Hell as quickly as we reasonably or realistically can. However, no one below fourteen is to be turned. They must reach that new age of majority and consent first. I’m giving the Michaelists a wide berth, letting. I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. While I’m at it, I think from now on I’m going to thank all my friends out there, who write to me and encourage me to continue writing and posting these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are greatly appreciated. Whilst, there some sex in a couple of the chapters, this is not a stroke story. So if you were looking for one of those kind-of tales, I would suggest you’d be better served looking elsewhere. Clarification:. Sharon moaned deeply as she dragged her fingertips along her inner thigh, thinking of all the dirty things Marla could do to her. The more she thought about Marla, the wetter she became and could not take the teasing anymore. She gently rubbed her lips and spread her legs wider until her clit was visible enough for her to see in her seating position. Her pussy was red from anticipation and glistening with cum from just thinking about her buxom best friend. Sharon dipped her right fingers in her.