“But if the type is damaged and is no longer able to fulfill its purpose, it is cast back into the melting pot where it separates into its native el...ments.”“May God so separate my body and soul if I am found unworthy for my task,” Keith responded. These were the words that gave the ritual its greatest power. Keith had committed himself to attaining the third degree no matter the cost. Now he would be given the task that might cost him more than the eye he struggled to compensate for tonight.. Before I acted however, Sarah did for me. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved it into her cunt kissing my lips with hers. My face crushed against Sarah's crotch once again, I began to extend my tongue, reaching out and running it between her wet pussy lips. She moaned and I continued, this time going deeper and licking the walls of her birth canal. Moaning softly and pushing my head into her pussy with one hand, Sarah reached up and grabbed the shower bar, arching her hips into my face.. So we lead a pious life and even though we weren’t rich we were able to get by in our modest life in the village.A few months after my fifth birthday I remember that a gas leak accident in the monastery lead to the tragic death of our elderly bishop in the village. I still remember that dad and mom were very upset as was the whole village. The priest that came after the late bishop needed a place to live for a few months until the monastery was restituted. Dad was the first man in the village. There was silence as the three moved the furniture back into place, no one quite knowing what to say. When the quiet lengthened, Art cleared his throat to speak, but instead, Bobby and Sandra took Hope's hands for a moment, then turned to look at their husband."Hope has a present for you," Bobby said, her voice bubbly."Present?" he stumbled out."It's in the bedroom," Hope offered. Then, "Oh, my goodness, I really..." Too late to get cold feet now," Bobby teased. "Grab his hand and let's go show.