.. longer and slinky ... she was bigger and moved with an erotic grace ... Whoa, shit ... I'd fuck that! What?David! You're NOT my type. Pyewacket was...indignant. Besides, I'm just a kitten."David," said Wendy from the kitchen. There was a pause in her mental processing and she covered it by kitchen stuff.I heard the refrigerator door open. Wendy put away some things. There was clattering and clinking, and drawers sliding out and in. There was humming and water running ... Wendy being. Without thinking I began to play with the dolls.I sat on the fleecy rug-covered floor and played and lost every sense ofthe passage of time. After a while I noticed that I was no longer alone inthe room. I saw how Aunt Jessie observed me with tears in her eyes. I felta giant terror and felt as it suddenly became warm and wet in my pants.I wasn?t supposed to go into the room. It wasn?t just that I sat here withwet pants, no, a sudden feeling of guilt overcame me. Like always when I?ddone. Joe's little ass. My huge dong began spewing geysers of thickcorporate jizz, soaking the crotch of Fr. Joe's briefs as well as hisshirtfront, his small hands roughly squeezing my round ass in my suit pants. Reluctantly, we break our kisses, and Fr. Joe dropsto his knees, opens up my pants, and licks up his hot load from my soakedboxers. My fingers run through his thinning grey hair as his hot tongue worksover the crotch of my spooge-soaked shorts. Then, it's my turn.. It had been a search party, numbering at least two, likely three.Victor turned towards the far corner and advanced. He stopped short of the grave and peered towards the trees. Again, the ground had been disturbed within the last day, right at the place where one would need to stand to read Stephanie's headstone.Victor drew in a long breath and let it go, holding his gaze as hard as the silent headstones. It could be nothing. Cemeteries were often targeted by mischievous teens during the.