The statues had their arms outstretched, and the features of their guises were washed away with at least a century of rain and wind. The discoloration...was saddening to look at, and Natasha frowned as one of the statues caught her gaze. With empty eyes of stone, Mary gazed into her, faded and smooth face caught between a stare of longing, and one of horror.Tash gulped, and followed the boys to the arch above, where a cross adorned the entrance to the old building of stone. If there was any place. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. I took my hand and held his head against my breast, my breathing getting faster and very audible. When he lifted his head back up, my nipple was elongated and firm, glistening from his saliva. He moved over to my other nipple and did the same thing. Jamal moved back off of me and parted my legs slightly. He started playing with my pussy once more. I parted them a little further. He now had a great view of my wet pussy. He moved the head of his. ..Heyyyy :)You know, when I first started posting to online sites, my first hundred stories were all short. 2000 words for me was a long story back then. I wrote hundreds of them. Some real stories, some just scenes really. But they were complete, they gave me tons of valubale experience with just building a story, or part of a story, posting to public opinion, and withstanding comments good and bad. Gradually I started getting longer and more ambitious and my first few years really served me. I was expecting to feel some pain as he ran his hands over my exposed butt. However, I felt none, my butt no longer hurt from the spanking. I felt my tits grinding into his chest as we kissed. My mind flashed back to him having his aunt in his arms just as he does me. I felt my pussy start to twitch as ours tongue dwelled into each others mouth. John broke our kiss as he said, Come my queen your subjects await you, with an evil little grin on his face. John placed my arm in his as I walked.