“Antussie women are very rare and even smaller than the men but they have wings like bats and they can fly. They only fly at night, and they search ...for corpses left after a fight, of course battlefields are the best. When they find a corpse they cry for the dead, and where the tears of an Antussie woman seep away in the ground a special flower will grow. It’s a beautiful flower with dark red petals, as delicate and also formed like feathers of a little bird. They are called Mourning Widows.. Now!”Angie walked over to where the warden sat….legs spread, and arms draped over the back of the sofa….then knelt between his legs and wrapped her hand around his stiff boner. She sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, then began bobbing her head up and down, while pumping his rigid shaft with one hand and massaging his dangling nutsack with the other.The warden closed his eyes and moaned as Angie sucked and stroked his engorged prick, knowing that this was but the first of many times he’d. “We’ll get through this,” she whispered, trying to comfort the man of God.“I have not only sinned against God, but I’ve sinned against you and our family.”“Shhhhhh,” she cooed into his ear. “What they did to you was not your fault.”She felt many of the same emotions that were running amok through her husband’s mind but no matter how she personally felt about the situation, Helen knew that she would have to calm her husband down in order to have the conversation they could not avoid.“I should. She hurried along this, the cold freezing the soles of her feet so she had to tiptoe. She made her way past rows of closed doors; the corridor was cold and was dimly lit by some cylindrical lights attached to the ceiling. As she reached the sixth door in the corridor, she stopped, twisted the handle and entered. The room within was much brighter, with plain white tiled walls and floors, with a row of seven showerheads along one wall. The room was empty, and the girl hung her towel on a peg on.