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  • That's what the girl had thought, wrongly, in her ignorance. There are no prayers uttered in jest, neither from a Gotham rooftop nor from the high places of Tophet: So now she was obligated. Now she was compelled. She had sacrificed her innocence, so now she had an Owner, so now she had a Watchdog. She was driven on. She had to finish the work of the day to start the work of the night. With an explosion of activity, she noted such things as time, temperature, topology, GPS location, and surrounding flora. Thus occupied she had not noticed that the sunset had fired her Great Rock into the fury of a jealous lover, turning its face red against the darkening sky. Just as the self-absorbed always seem to do, she remained oblivious Celebrities until its reflected pink light cast an accusing finger of shadow across her field notes as her pencil coupled with its page. So strong had been her dwelling place, however, her nest that had set in rock this morning, that the Winged Sentinel pulled at her and beckoned her to come back. Sighing, she felt its wistful tug in the way a traveler remembers a goodbye kiss, but the light of the world was fading, still and all, and she had to complete her journey. "Here it is!” the young botanist proclaimed. Here in the slanting adumbration she spied what she had come to find. Peeking out from behind a tuft of the terrible Tribulus terrestris, the noxious Goathead, and undistinguished but to the experienced eye, sprang the ethereal shoots of the lavender crowned Calypso orchid. They were so light-green fresh and new, so small, fragile and winsome she wondered if they must have grown in the land of Adam. In this seep, as the lily among the thorns, sprouting in this moist crack was proof that purity could stand alone among the slithering dangers in the land of Cholla and Prickly Pear…. “Of which vertu engendred is the flour” as her frail ol’ Granny Smith used to say. The girl smiled at the dear memory. "With some April showers… I miss you Granny... look down on me." She asked as she paused in a contemplation that took no more time than a missed step. "Zip. Pow! Done!" she bellowed, jabbing her fist upward in a power salute. “I’ll be home tomorrow!” She snapped her notebook closed and plunked it into the backpack. "Hallelujah!" The echo from the Big Rock was the last spoken word the girl would hear until the next day when the Professor would travel up Route 666 from Gallup. Unlike the boisterous warmth of breezy midmorning, the stasis of night would demand utter quiet of her. She knew that. Of course, in the beginning had been the Word, and from her a whole chatterbox full, but in the inner ring of darkness she would become too cold to speak. The two, she and he, could finish the night in silence, though. She had been so consumed with if it would happen, she had forgotten to plan for when it happened. Most of the time she was there she would be dressed in a bikini that was little more then a few small pieces of Celebrities cloth, showing almost everything but her bare waxed pussy and nipples. As she put her steps on the stair case.. Juliana did not take the panties and instead simply spoke exasperated, "Why are you handing those to me? It is not like I can wear them now can I?" He says. She's breathing hard but smiling. Once you're done, bring it downstairs and I'll fill in that sheet the Doctor gave us." C’mon, Max.” I walked off the stage to my seat next to Lucy who greeted me with a big juicy kiss before hugging and petting Max. “Did I perform good?” She said seductively. I had to be careful as the problem with rape is you leave your DNA tithe scene. "Yes, please Master. Kim worked and worked and finally she withered in orgasm and let out a loud moan, she was an expert (at least I thought so) She handed the little vibe to Julie, she did not waste any time putting it to use. It was indeed an enormous load from their super erotic event, and with each shot, Lucy moaned into her daughter's pussy.