I handed him my panties and watched as he brought them to his face inhaling my scent deeply. "I can smell your hunger," he growled. I felt my knees go...weak and before I could stifle it, a soft whimper escaped my lips."Your daughter is worthless at cocksucking. She can barely suck good enough for me to get hard. Let's see if Mama can do any better," he said, pointing to the ground in between his spread thighs.I knelt down on the floor in front of him and he lay back on the bed, his legs hanging. Oh yes every new couple who entered the door fled if fear within weeks, the females claiming to have been raped by unseen spirits. The only thing that prevented me claiming more was the ghost hunter, one Slavic woman called in six years ago. The fucking bastard almost gave my secret up to the bitch if I didn’t lay a trap that caused him to be electrocuted and his notes to burn up before the police arrived!That was in 2013! Today I watch as a mother and daughter take possessions of the keys to. "You do remember it's winter there, don't you?" Oh." She traded her sweater for the heavy jacket. "Should I wear jeans?" Bring a pair, and a nice pair of slacks, too."Danielle repacked, and this time her aunt and uncle met her at the door. Jenny, she noted, wasn't coming with them. She was probably in bed with her boyfriend again, she thought, and dismissed the girl.They took the tram to Terminus, and got off at the Gate Building. Everything had to be inspected, just like before getting on a. In the warm early autumn, that evening night, I was coming back home walking through a nearer park, just as a shortcut. Sitting on a dark bench, I noticed a woman there, her long legs spread wide and her loose dress pulled all the way up so her thighs were bare. It seemed like she was touching herself.She noticed me coming and tried to get her dress down.The woman apologized, but I told her it was fine for me.She spoke in a sweet nice stranger accent, but in a deep voice.She was built strong,.