It was obvious other backpackers had set up here for the night, although it was starting to get overgrown. Then she noticed a small side trail leadin... up a hill. Many times these trails are very short and lead to a shelter, pit toilet or natural spring. So Jezebel decided to check it out. She walked for about 10m when she started to wonder were this trail went. ?I should have come to something by now.? she thought. She knew she should go back, but curiosity was getting the best of her. . Hands grab at you, trying desperately to hold you back as you run naked, covered in blood, into the street. The rain washes you clean, lightning showing you the way. There is a trail of blood that somehow isn’t being washed away. You follow it, knowing somehow where it will lead. Words echo in your head over and over ‘How could I how could you you did this you let this happen…’ Ahead you see a crumpled figure, like a bum, wrapped in many layers of clothing. You draw closer, positive it is her,. Somehow, I knew that this might have been the most serious moment in my life.“I know that you love Sister Mary Cecile and call her Cissy. It’s understandable that you feel that way toward her; she’s close enough to your age. In the eyes of the Church Toby what we do and what I allow here is most outrageous and sinful things. At the same time, you caught Father Desmond and Father Frank in a homosexual act that led to your almost being raped by two priests. The Church is a beautiful thing, Toby.. You’re pushing me into you holding me there for a few seconds gagging me more. You love the gurgling sounds coming from me. I’m open to you. You start fucking my face faster. You’re getting bigger.My mouth stretched wider. I can tell you’re going to cum. One last push deep in my throat, you shoot your load. My hand is on your ass and I’m holding you tight against me, keeping you there until I’ve gotten every drop of you. The feel of it as it coats my tongue, swallowing it all until I'm.