She was ground against, in the way a stone might be pressed to a wheel to make it into a sharpened tip for a spear. The howling aetheric winds screech...d through every baffle the crew put up, from cloth to plugs made of compacted wax to the hymns led by the increasingly harried confessor. Those who could not sleep through it were soon driven mad, confined to Jon’s hastily erected sanitarium in one of the emptied cisterns. There, they were restrained and watched as Jon took notes on their mental. ..I went back to concentrating on fucking her and then just stopped, she just screamed "NO!" and started slamming back against my dick like a woman possessed, she then reached under to start rubbing her pussy since I was massaging her asshole. I gave her a few minutes then started picking up the pace and raised my leg up to change the position of my thrusts which always hits her spot, she immediately raised her head up while grabbing the sheets and looked over her shoulder at me with lustful. Anyways, there I am waiting on the first floor of an apartment building I wasn't familiar with wondering where the heck do I go now. When at that moment I see a door at the end of the corridor cracked open and its like semi swinging open and close as a way to invite me in. It was like the door was alive mannn. Which somewhat freaked me out but I stayed calm but alert... I walk in and it's totally fucking dark. And I hear like a dog barking half crying or some shyt noise. Like out of a horror. It was a Meissen figurine of a country boy and girl holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Robin was deeply touched."Thank you, Lottë darling," he said. "It's beautiful. I love it. Let's go and put it on the mantelpiece in the sitting room."He took her hand and led her there. They both stood back and admired it. "It's stunning. Oh, sweety, thank you very, very much."He pulled her into his arms, hugged her and then kissed her lips. She did not try to pull away but smiled up at.