I laid down on my bed totally lost thinking about what happened down at the breakfast table.My husband joined me in bed after some time. He kept on ch...atting with me for some time. But my mind was still engaged in thinking about something else. The more I was thinking the more I was getting turned on. Next, my hand uncontrollably reached to my husband’s cock.I stroked his tool through his pants and made him really hard. Though back in my mind my arousal was due to some other reason. But at that. The article had a picture of the field where she’d been shot. Recognizing the landscape, I looked up the area on Baidu maps, and sure enough, the prison, the jailhouse, the execution grounds, were indeed right here, where the campus now sits.And sifting through the search results on Baidu, I located a few old pictures of the prison, too.The jailhouse was right where I was sitting, where the teachers’ living quarters were now located. This was the spot of the prison.It hit me like a sledgehammer. ..***Interlude:"Bah, she's not even accepting gratitude, what a disappointment. But thetest isnt over yet!"****Chapter 8: GiftsFor Lorraine, The next couple of hours did in fact resemble what sheimagined being a helper for Santa would be like, as she and Melodywhizzed around the world, giving their very special present to some goodlittle girls - and boys too, as it turned out.After a while, it became a blur for Lorraine, and she found herselfstruggling to keep all the people they had helped. I showered, shaved and put on a nice pair of slacks, a button shirt for the evening. I walked into the main house and sat down to wait. It was 3 o’clock on the button when I heard her coming down the stairs. I turned to look and was awestruck at the sight. She looked beautiful, like a heaven sent angel descending down those pearly stairs that I had to shake my head in disbelief.She was wearing a soft summer dress, red in color, with a full skirt that came to just above her knees. She wore a.