Then, all of a sudden you could hear a scream of grief penetrating the walls of my home. It was a cry of such unearthly anguish that we all started to...cry right along with her. Where, just a few minutes earlier my living room had been the sight of so much laughter and commotion, it was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. Marilyn O’Neil may have been the first victim of The Black Creeper, but she would not be the last. No words had to be said. The gathering at my place quickly. She let out a gasp and dug her fingers into my arms. Her pussy felt as amazing as it looked and tasted. I waited a minute and let her adjust to me. When she relaxed I pulled out slowly and then plowed into her again. I repeated this over and over- each time she would gasp and hold onto me. I started picking up speed and in a few short minutes I felt her tighten up. Her pussy was like a vise grip on my dick, I could feel her legs starting to shake uncontrollably. “I’m going to cum again!” . After all these years, we'd grown to know each other pretty well. This level of knowledge was doubly true between Joyce and me. I saw how worried she looked, and she saw what I really believed was a calm and confident appearing man when she darted looks over in my direction.I wasn't sure what she expected to happen when she sent Brenda up to stay in my room. Maybe it was just that she hoped I would be able to convince Brenda not to leave us to be with Emily. Speaking of Emily, she was nowhere. They seemed happy enough; or happier than Janey anyway. Thedaughter was getting married to her boyfriend from the Midwest andseemed all excited about that, and the dad was busily preparing to openhis second Italian restaurant down by the university. The 30-somethingson acted kind of crazy, but he only came by once in a while...Could this book really be what it claimed to be? Deep down Janey hadalways half-believed that magic was for real. And apparently theneighbor girl's grandmother---who.