We calmed down and breathed.“The handholds aren’t here. I’m going to lift you up, so you can reach the indents, and you’re going to climb and ...et the girls.” I told her.“And you’re going to come up behind me?” She demanded.“I’m not certain I can reach it by myself.” If I timed the jump maybe. I couldn’t see the wall for when to leap. My toes, I hoped, weren’t broken but they were screaming in pain. I surprised myself at how I pushed the pain off to the side.“I can’t go alone.” She shook her. Sam didn't want to havepeople who could do things like this mad at him, and he was all readyin hot water for goading John to cast the spell on him."So what're we looking for?" Sam asked again."A business card for the place. It has the number, they keep strangehours so I don't know if they are open. No point in heading down thereif they are not."Sam helped John look for the card. He discovered that Kristine hadquite the collection of old books. Some Sam guessed were spell bookslike the one in. I guess this had become obvious to Sister Annabelle as it was not long after dear Mother Ingrid’s death that she approached me in the barn.“Stephan, are you here. Oh there you are”“Yes Sister Annabelle, what is it?”“Please call me Annabelle, at least when we are alone anyways”“What is it Annabelle, what can I do for you?”“I would like to talk with you, about Dear Ingrid and the night she died and.........”“You were there?” “Well no, but I talked with.....Oh that isn’t important. I have an. She took her skirt and bra off and sat on the edge of the bed. He moved over to her and put his hands on her breasts, leaning over his hands were replaced by his mouth as he sucked each of her nipples in turn. His cock was rock hard and sticking out over a pair of black designer jockey shorts.Slowly, she pulled him back towards her and slid them down until he could easily step out of them. Putting her hands on his hips she edged him towards her. Starting by licking the tip before taking his.