Tenderly do they caress, and with infinite care to explore does a tongue weave its way between and about her open bloom of desire. For the moment, she...feels as if she is a flower, and above her hovers a hummingbird that comes, not to feast, but to savor with each languid lick, subtle suck. And the feel of those lips, like the voice she does not know if she remembers or imagines. A gasp escapes her as the tongue sinuously parts her, enters slowly, probing, tasting…she reaches down, the fire. Hopefully after all of this everyone else would find the world afterwards a little better of a better place than we had.Eilmer had said that in order to be able to do this we would have to be the sacrifice, a true "Aefenoffrung". Elessa's knowledge of theology ran much deeper than mine and she was quite ashen faced at the stern duty this required. She had accepted her fate — it was sealed forever with mine now ... but wasn't particularly eager to immediately confront it. I offered her an. The first time she told me she was in her room naked and masturbating,she had some orgasms and her dad peeped in and watched her. Before she came he walked in on her(her bedroom door had no lock on it),he's dick was rock hard because he was masturbating while watching my wife rub herself.He shut the door behind him and went up to my wife at that time she took the sheets and cover herself up. He went over and pulled the sheets off of her exposing her naked body, her nice 36 C cup tits, nipples. Why did John do this? Where did he get this stuff?Was he some sort of child molester? I guess I would have to ask him. Hehas always been honest with me, or so I always thought. I was startingto doubt our relationship.Dragging myself away from the mirror I slowly and carefully walkeddownstairs to confront John. It was difficult to leave the safety ofthe bedroom. Despite the fact that I was still inside, I felt exposedand vulnerable. Although I have to admit I liked the soft breeze thatblew up my.