It was a rare woman that screamed during the act itself. It would be a subconscious scream, a reflexive action brought on by abject terror mixed with...sexual ecstasy, an instinct so strong that it overrode his paralyzing power, breaking through the barrier that kept her silent and unmoving. It would be one of the most intensely emotional experiences of her life.The incubus brought his nose down toward the junction between her legs and sniffed. She was giving off that odor that he loved so. His hands were his profession, clean and well cared for signaling their importance like those of a surgeon’s, but a surgeon’s couldn’t have been more precise with their bloody lines. However Creepers tool wasn’t knife or saw but a needle and droplets of ink. Aileen walked over to him with the same courage of a mouse to a lion. Cautionary as she was, there was an air of respect from her. Creeper looked upon her, a disgusting white canvas in need of an artisans brush. ‘Are you ready Aileen?’ the. He starts sucking the girls tits again, right away, to keep her in the mood, then kisses her, moaning into her mouth, talking to her, telling her how much he wants her while he pushes her legs farther and farther apart. She can feel the boy's hard dick, so close now to reaching it's goal, while he kisses her and sucks on her tits and she really doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how it went this far. The pungent smell from layers of pine needles permeates the air and the breeze stirs again. “Deena what did you tell your father?”She looked at me adding a sports coat on a pile on the bed saying, “Oh I’m glad you’re home. I’ve decided that we will need to get you a new wardrobe since you won’t need to wear men's clothing anymore, and looked at the shoes in the closet and added, “That means we will need to get more room somehow so we will move you into the large guest bedroom. It has it’s own bathroom and 4 closets just like this one.” She looked up and smiled asking, “What was it you.