The newspaper clips were vague.Then a clue. One so horrifying that it caught my breath. Or would if Icould remember when I last felt the heaving of my...chest. The mother, ladyof the house, was an artist. The strange craft of making dolls andpuppets. Her favorite medium? Painted porcelain.Was she the source of the curse? The perpetrator? Or maybe the victim?The last newspaper clipping revealed a frightening detail. Mother andchildren never had been found. But the father, the one who shot. Her body was wracked with pleasure and finally I felt her pulling on my hair. I lifted my mouth of her hard little clit and slowed my hand in her gradually stopping and gently removing them. I looked up at Hillary. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her hair, slightly damp was stuck to her face in the most erotic manner. She was glowing with sexual satisfaction and her amazing breasts were heaving with the force of her breathing. I moved out from between my legs and kissed my way back. More

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