“Evil was done here. Innocence murdered. God abandoned. Pray! The only way back to God is though Grace but you have destroyed the only Grace in this... cursed place.”Even Abigail’s silent penance accused them for they knew that Abigail had not acted alone.The people were lost in despair. They came to believe the village was truly cursed.Gradually, one by one, family by family, they found a reason to move elsewhere.As the people died off or left, the village slowly became abandoned.Only Abigail. A boy this time barely did anything whispering in Jim’s ear, I don’t know why he is making even us boys do this I am not and don’t want to be gay. All the girls seemed to like getting him to the edge but not letting him go over the edge of coming. The last student of the class a girl took pity on him. She took him to the edge like all the others, but before he could ejaculate she took his cock in her mouth allowing him to come down her mouth. He shot twice in her mouth and she let four more. Jerome's cock exploded, jet after jet of potent seed pelted my womb. Jerome kissed me deep and passionately, tongues wrestling around, sweat running off his brow. The phone rang at that time, DAMN! I thought. "Hello," I answered. "Hi honey," it was my husband.I tried too push Jerome off me but he was to strong. "Hi honey, glad you called," I had never lied to my husband. "I just wanted to check in you sounded upset this morning." "I'm over it, I was pissed when you did not call or come home. We had shared three intense sessions of exploration with finger and tongue before he got the courage to ask for consummation. It was dark in his father's garage that summer, dark enough that my memory fails to conjure his face, but it vividly recalls the scent of his sweat and sex, and the tactile contours of his cock.I remember his soft whispers in my ear, asking me if I would, if I could, do this unnamed thing. The word remained unsaid, but I knew what he wanted. I remember the sound of my.