To his knowledge, that information was not written down anyplace. His father’s Kurdish tribe passed the information from generation to generation th...ough the coming of age ritual. Somewhere, Fry knew those steps would cross paths with the rituals of Keith’s guild. He was determined to find out where.He had spent the day in the Gretchen’s company working with a German forensics team attempting to identify the remains of the suicide bomber. He was sure she was the same as the girl in the security. I whispered to her: “I’ll try it with mom first. Don’t worry, I’ll continue with you right away when I feel I’m ready.”Jay looked at me over her shoulder and answered with a sweet smile: “All right, Johnny.” I could see she was nervous too. She understood it was all for the better, but she hugged mom so she could feel her breasts bouncing against her own as I guided my erection to the warm and hairy opening of my mother’s vagina and then slowly thrust it deeper.“Good, good,” mom said. “Keep. ” She stopped trying to pull away but instead started to cry. “Shh. Mel. Don’t cry. Good girls don’t cry. Okay? Are you a good girl Mel?” The young thing was frozen in shock and fear. “Mel.” His voice grew slightly impatient as his orgasm began to slip away from him. “I asked if you were a good girl. Are you?” She nodded slightly and mumbled a response to the strange object in her mouth. “Good. Well, good girls behave and don’t scream. So are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?” She. She goes down on me. My cock slides into her mouth and she sucks gently and licks up my shaft. She sucks more and more; she licks upwards from and then sucks the head making a smacking sound.She sits up and I touch her crotch gently feeling her wet throbbing lips. I pull off her panties and toss them aside. Lifting her gently I move her toward the center of the bed and push her back. I move on top of her and lean in close and kiss her hot red lips. She grabs my cock and guides me toward her.