He took a deep breath then exhaled. He retrieved the bloody baton from inside the bag, putting it on his desk. His eyes fixed on the contents inside t...he bag.“I found them, Father Petrou; I made them pay for what they did to Julie and me.” I pulled the two photographers out of my pocket, putting them beside the baton. “It’s all over now, no more,” I said.Father Petrou put his hands together, locking his fingers together. He looked down and closed his eyes. I watched his lips move. He was. I continue tracing her curves, and rub besides her beautiful pussy lips. I can feel myself leaking everywhere.I proceed to partially remove her pants and panties. She had a belt on, damn. I unsnap her pants and we both freeze for a moment. No noise or movement. We're good. I pull the blanket over us. She is stroking me over my pants, squeezing out even more precum. I pull her pants down just enough so I can penetrate her.I unzip my pants ever so quietly. She continues to stroke me while I do. You sketch the symbols ♉, ♈, and ♍ into the floor and connect them all with a spiral. You draw a circle in the centre and ready yourself for the next step.Inside the pouch are some lilac flowers, candles and a knife. You place the flowers in the centre of the circle and the candle to the side. Then you grab hold of the knife. Your breath is rising and you feel your panicked heart beating against its chest. You place your hand just above the flowers as you slice across your palm with the blade.. After a few moments of experiencing his wife's and his daughter's emotions, John cleared his throat."Jennifer, honey," he said. "Would you hop up for a moment? Please."Jenny got off her mother's lap and stood next to me. She wrapped her fingers around my fingertips. I knew immediately what she wanted. She was enjoying the calm after the emotional upheaval. Jenny wasn't into a lot of emotional stuff, hormones aside. John was that way as well."Jennifer, I have an idea that might answer your.