Shaking its head a moment, then figure nodded to Beatrix, “Alright, what do you want to know? Afterward, perhaps we can discuss me regaining my scyt...e, okay?”Beatrix thought a moment. She’d never seen an agent nor heard of one with a scythe. “Alright, first question, who in the fuck are you? Second, how in the hell were you able to follow me? Third, who do you work for?”“Obviously I am not dealing with a fool. Alright, I was called Ankou by the Celts, Smierc by the Polish, Hel by the Norse,. Harlot, miner, saloon owners, and respectable business owners stood and sat shoulder to shoulder. Listening as the preacher rained down fire and brimstone with a zeal that John the Baptist would have been proud to deliver. The congregation of misbegotten prayed, sang praises to the lord, and swore to be better people. Repentance was rare but sincere, at times, the same inhabitant week after week promised his Lord, but continued to fall short.The worst of the cold of winter had passed, bringing. Her pussy is still wrapped tightly around my buried dick, and it’s making my shaft bulge and throb harder and harder. With each throb, she whimpers softly until she finally starts to come back. As her pussy leaks drops of squirt, I pull my dick out to let her rest while we kiss and bite on each other’s lips and neck. “Fuck. You have the best pussy in the world,” I say to her while kissing at her neck. “It almost makes me want to marry you.” “Well if you’re going to fuck me like this every. Once he had finished he placed the tube down on the bed next to him and moved in closer to me. I parted my legs so he had free access to my arse but John grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs over his shoulders as he moved in closer. With my legs resting on his shoulders he began to run his finger over my arsehole, the KY jelly left on his hands getting everywhere. The next thing I knew John slid his middle finger into my hole. It felt so good as he slid it deep into me before he slid it.