What was important was the ritual. He was here, on the anniversary, give or take, of her death. It was Amy Day. She was in charge.The stranger who sil...ntly slipped into the bench across from Craig was NOT Amy. It took him a moment to reassure himself of this. After all, who else would be sitting down unannounced? He wasn't sure what he would do if an undead, or, well, dead, Amy showed up one of these days. Probably see if that state had any effect on her incredible cock sucking abilities. Well,. ’ ‘No he’s just waiting down the street.’ Turner gave Cheryl a smarmy grin. He stepped back from the portal. ‘Won’t you come in?’ Cheryl stepped in the house. She looked around quickly and thought, same shit hole as yesterday. ‘I’m here for my personal papers and the video tape.’ Turner, still smiling, answered. ‘They’re right over here.’ He turned, reached around, and lifted up a paper bag. ‘Here you go. Everything’s inside. Go ahead. Check.’ Cheryl stepped a few feet away and opened the bag.. She flung her head back, and opened her mouth, only to emit a barely audible whimper. Once Clara came, Jeff only managed a few more thrusts with his hips, before his anxious rod could resist the carnal embrace of her delectable snatch no longer. With all it’s might, Jeff’s manhood fired a powerful jet of his seed into Clara’s amazing body, blowing back an equally potent wave of sheer euphoria into his own. As the orgasm took control of his faculties, Jeff instinctively held Clara’s body tightly. She’s not saying anything, but I can tell that she’s practically desperate for me to enter her, anywhere.Instead I leave her standing there while I return to the bedroom to fetch the wand she’s recently acquired, and which I’ve seen her use on herself more than once this past week. Now I use it on her, pressing it against her clit while I dig two fingers into her. Catherine moans like a woman possessed. “Fuck, you’re wet for it,” I tell her. The moan she lets out is so salacious I almost cum.