Continuously. As she bent down to examine, she became conscious of someone standing behind her. But before she could turn a hand came on top of her. A...nother hand started rubbing her already wet clit, while she thought of something like a dagger bite her neck. Slowly as her orgasm was built, the dagger was going inside. And as she came for the first time in her life the dagger like object which she was quite aware now is teeth, went all inside her neck and all was black before her. . “ I’m getting there if you love me your keep holding it I want us cum together you understand me Lisa.” I told her as once again put all my weight in my thrusting “I am trying baby it getting very hard it feel like my body going to explode at any moment please hurry me!” I Lisa pledged even harder. “ baby I putting all my weight into it any harder I may seriously hurt you. Oh God I can start feeling the building baby it wouldn’t be much longer now I promise you!” I grunted “ please hurry baby. The man in the pulpit, according to the bulletin and Lisa’s prior description, was Michael Jameson, the pastor of the church. At first glance, I estimated him to be in his late 60s. He was balding, with just a couple of small patches of blondish-white hair around his ears. His black, horn-rimmed glasses were thick, but they framed a soft, kindly pair of eyes. Overall, he virtually radiated a sense of peace and welcoming. I liked him immediately.He invited everyone to stand and sing, and a small. Dad's was almost black. Les was not quite blond, I like to call it caramel. Mine was a bit darker and most people called it brown. Jaz was a cross between blond and red and he was the one with freckles. Mom was a true redhead. That dark, rusty color. The only thing in nature that approximates the color of her hair is the color some leaves turn in winter. Not the orange leaves, the deep, dark red ones. Mom could probably be naked and the first thing you'd notice would be her hair. And then her.