She moaned loudly. My arms pulled her into me even more tightly and my righthand wandered up and down her back and cupped a roundedbutt cheek. She was...adamant about her tongue sucking andI thought I was going to lose all feeling in that organ.I also wondered if she was ever going to let me breathagain. She pulled away suddenly and looked up at me withtear-reddened eyes.“I miss you,” she said.“You mean, ‘I missed you’,” I said correcting her. That’s me,. Her face was now buried in Shirley’s crotch where she tried to mirror the mind blowing sensations that were driving her wild. She was a total slut for that position, 69 was simply her favorite number in the whole of sexual math. Loraine’s rational thoughts took leave of her as she surrendered herself completely to the awesome sensations that threatened to rob her of her sanity. “Oh fuck yeahhhhhhhh….” She cried out loud as Shirley ravished her pussy and plundered her honey pot even deeper.. "Thank you." I heard in my mind, and I knew I had done what had to be done, and this innocent could now rest.My mind relaxed, I slept, to awaken with the departure of the sun.The SummoningAs night follows the day, I arose from my sleep surrounded by books. I looked about me and recalled the events of the night before. I also recalled the vision of the young girl, so young, so innocent, so violently killed.I looked at my clothes, stained with the blood of the night's activity and was about to go. At the same time, though, I was feeling angry. I will tell you, it was a good thing that you were not home. I walked around the closet admiring the dresses and petticoats. Of course, I did not know what to do. I knew about guys who cross dressed, and remembered what you told me before we married. I walked out of your closet, sat on the bed, and started to cry. “Why didn’t you tell me when I came back home? I think I remember that trip. I was in a hurry, and did get a few things out of.