I looked at the two figures, lying together, slashes to the throat. Then I looked past them, and beheld the writing on the wall. NEXT TIME. YOU TOO. �...�Judas.’ ************* ‘I’m sorry, Elena.’ It was the only thing I could think to say to her. ‘You didn’t know this would happen. You’re not at fault, so don’t apologize.’ I hated seeing her like this. She wasn’t sad, but she wasn’t happy. She was just like this on the day of her parent’s funeral. I asked her why she didn’t cry, and she simply. We used masks and mouthwash. We rolled them in a blanket and, with Dad taking one end and me the other, carried each one to the grave and, gently as we could, placed them in it. We then used the backhoe to cover them. "We'll come back and have a prayer later today." Dad said.The car still stunk badly. Dad had a solution in mind. We loaded the car on his trailer and took it to a junkyard about ten miles away. We left it there with the windows unrolled and made the trip back to the house. Before. One Saturday night we decided to go to Bolognia for a night out, Maria asked if it was alright for her mother to come along as it had been such a long time since she had been given the opportunity, I agreed and collected the two ladies that evening from their house, they both looked stunning, Maria had on a short black dress that was very flared so that she only had to turn and her bright red panties were in view, she was bare legged because it was a warm night and the top of her dress was cut. ”There were a pair of fingers sliding around the inside of the hole across from me. They were white; i was a little disappointed. Tori got up and went to the hole and rubbed her fingers along his. The fingers went away quickly and a cock was thrust through.I was impressed. It was a very nice cock. Tori wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it slowly. It was only about half-hard, but she squeezed it till the head was huge and purple. Spreading her legs, so that I could see that her cunt.