His grandfather built the house in 1926 when the original house burned. The large old house was the only home Bill knew from birth until he went into ...he Navy after graduating high school. He loved the large tree shaded yard surrounded by a now unkempt hedge of various flowering shrubs such as lilac, forsythia, mock orange and crepe myrtle. His grandfather, then later his father owned and operated the garage beside the house. Bill’s father had died almost two years before. Bill was the only. "Those forces were here long before the cult," Jo said in a softer voice. "It behooves us to avoid upsetting them."Penny's eyes widened, and she drew back a half step. Diane understood, and sympathetic fear rose in her as well. The cult was already powerful in its own right, and now Penny was up against something worse than that."Those forces," Penny said in a hollow voice. "They're concentrated at the Inn. It's like some sort of hub." That's about right." So what do you do? You work with the. She asked him what he was doing and said she couldn’t take both of them. He ignored her cries and pushed his cock into her pussy so all three holes were filled. Cindy screeched at the top of her lungs and her body went limp as they kept pounding at her. The black guy yelled he was cumming up her asshole and pushed his length all the way into her. You could see his cock pulsing and he shot ropes of cum up my wife’s asshole. Cindy moaned loudly and came with him as her fragile little body shook. I steeled myself to be disappointed.A secretary had provided drinks without asking what we wanted. I sipped IBC Root Beet from a frosted glass mug. Agnes held a glass of superior burgundy; Mary and Grace drank exceptional, chilled chardonnay. Bill's attention to detail down to our drinks of choice bode well for the upcoming presentation, but would his designs excite my artistic eye?He entered the room and stepped to the unoccupied end of the conference table. He wore a dark-blue suit, a crisp.