I sniff the air and reply, "Nothing." Clear your mind, Penelope. Breathe in slowly through your nose again and tell me what you smell."I breathe in sl...wly, expanding my nostrils, inhaling the air, and letting thoughts of meetings and deadlines drift away. The first scent to reach my senses is jasmine.Excited I reply, "Jasmine. I smell the sharp, sweet smell of jasmine." Good. What else?" he asks keeping our hands raised above our heads.I inhale again, even slower, my nose seeking out the aromas. (Genetically Engineered trait #5: Cody’s tongue is like a fucking anaconda! I loved the feeling of it invading my mouth. I broke the kiss and bit his juicy pink boy-lips while I pulled out his tongue with my fingers. I loved the way it slithered and tickled me.) Then I slowly sank down my cock into his mouth and his tongue wrapped around it, swirling and twisting around it coupled with the motion of his head sliding up and down. I had my fingers through his hair. I couldn’t believe that sight. Abigail, on her knees, moaning about the priest's cock. The scent of her lust washed through the air. The ground between Damien and Father Augustine lay strewn with half-unconscious women.All fucked by the priest.Rage seized Damien. The priest fucked his wife.Impotent fury propelled Damien across the room. Blood streamed from his machete as he leaped over the fallen women. The priest's head threw back as he came. Abigail's throat worked. She swallowed, noisily, with delight.She's worshiping his. They are not going to want her talking!”“But you said she had no idea who put her there in the first place,” said Beth, and then looked guiltily at Adelaide.“That’s a good point,” the older woman agreed, and Beth relaxed again to the point where she merely looked on edge.“I know who did it,” I said. “Well, I know how to identify them.”I explained how after I met Summer, I’d used my phone only twice – both times to call Annie-May, and Summer had used my phone once, and yet Murdoch had somehow.