Throw on whatever clothes or pajamas that are on the floor at the foot of my bed. Wake up my daughter. Pack her lunch. Make sure she gets dressed and ...ats breakfast, brushes teeth, etc. I walk her to the school bus, wave goodbye and return to our townhouse. I go back upstairs to my bedroom. Remove whatever clothes I put on. I crawl back into bed. I put a show or a movie on the TV. It doesn’t matter what it is. It’s purpose is only to help muffle the sounds I’m about to make. I might go. I was overwhelmed with joy. I pulled out my phone and began recording. I recorded putting my cock in her mouth, her hand on my cock and groping her big beautiful tits. Then I put my phone sideways on the dresser and began fucking my mothers lifeless corps. I was over whelmed with excitement that I blew my old deep inside her dead pussy. But I got hard again within minutes. I threw her body onto her stomach and raped her dead ass. Nice and loose, dad must love anal. I came deep inside her ass. I. I spanked her ass while I was plowing into her. Called her a filthy slut. Her ass was such an amazing shade of red by the time I was done. She came about five or six minutes into me fucking her. I grabbed onto her tits from the back. Twisted her nipples and made her come again five minutes later.I pulled out of her ass. Turned her around and made her clean my cock. She sucked it so fucking hard. Then I pushed her back and fucked her dripping pussy.“Yes baby! Please fuck my pussy so good with. Bishop Kieran knows what it’s like to be weak-willed. He asked me to keep an eye out. And Vicky told me about the curse.”“This ‘curse’ again!” Jane cried out in frustration. “Such things don't exist, Sister Mariana. I don't hold with all this mumbo-jumbo, it’s –”“You don’t have to ‘hold with’ it, Detective Inspector, any more than a flea has to ‘hold with’ the elephant whose backside he finds himself sitting on. It’s just the reality. Bernadette called the curse down on herself. Jim, poor fool,.