Always there is that echo of the past, drawing forth from the recesses long closed off and yet like a ghost it still keeps coming forth from the grave... Fragments come forth in details&hellip,some clear and some disjointed, echoes of the memories that she wants so desperately to just forget and never can. For with that pain of betrayal also came one of her greatest of joys. Three hundred years it has been for me, since that evening happened, when I got dressed in a gown of gold and amber browns.. “Maybe, but he’s dead from a heart attack. We are checking to see if he kept any records of the case.”“I need to talk to Erin. I need to.” James was adamant.“James, no matter what you say, she is not going to come back to you. What is your goal going to be if you aren’t getting her back? I won’t stand by and let her be hurt and I’m not sure that I can stop Lynn from killing you, if you do hurt her.”“You’re serious about Lynn?”“James, you were there yesterday! Did you think that she had a toy. ." before he finished his words, she silenced him with a kiss, soft but firm. The fat friar felt his whole body go numb when her delicate lips touched his rough thick lips. Instead of doing anything to stop this sinful game, he responded to her not a holy person, but as a man. The fat friar pulled her close and returned her kiss, sucking her delicate tongue into his sloppy mouth. Her hand moved over his bald head and grey hair and she placed another hand on his large belly, feeling the curve of. The auburn-haired woman's nakedness was partially covered by the satin sheets, and only her torso and tits were exposed to the trio's eyes. Her voluptuously white body gleamed in the soft light of the night lamp, beads of perspiration, glistening all over her skin. John reached out and pulled away the rest of the sheet. Her figure was perfect, including the rib lines above the sharply indented waist and the navel with a thin line of down that ran like a pointer to the sleek curls of her reddish.