- they do everything right, since the demon does not want to let them up. She cheered up. But what to do now, how to make Tomku move?

And why does she need Tomka, because she only needs a pendant ... She looked at the stone dangling around her sister's neck. Tomka, in the meantime, has become part of her fingers, tensed. Mila resolutely stepped forward and leaned toward her sister.

- If you want, I will help you. Is your own hand tired? She whispered, running her hand over her ass, touching her sister's fingers caressing the crack. Tomka froze, and slowly pulled her hand away, giving her sister free rein.

Mila, for the first time in her life, touched someone else's wet slits. To surprise, she did not feel discomfort. Tomka impatiently pulled her hips and Mila went to work. She bent over stronger, almost lay on her sister, kissing her neck, while simultaneously touching her lips and leather lace.

Tomka whispered:

- Oh God, you're so gentle! How good to me! Caress me please with your fingers inside! I beg you!

Mila did as she asked, putting two fingers into her sister's hole, carefully moving them back and forth. Tomka, trembling with excitement, whispered:

- Quick, please!

Fingers moved faster. Meanwhile, Mila, pulling a small piece of lace into her mouth, began to bite him, imitating kisses. Nothing terrible happened, Tomka continued to wriggle under her, herself sitting down on her sister's fingers. Mila felt like she was coming soon. It was at this moment that she wanted to seize the pendant, hoping that for a moment the incubus would be distracted. She began to eat and rub the lace with her teeth even harder.

When Tomka screamed and huddled in her orgasm, the string broke up. Instantly grabbing it with her other hand, trying not to touch the pendant, Mila rushed up the path to the church. Incubus blundered - only a few seconds later she heard Tomka tramp behind her.

- Give me the stone, bitch. I'll kill you, give me back! Anyway, I'll catch up, nowhere are you going anywhere! - Tomka screamed after her, in some coarse voice. But Mila did not think to stop, having started even faster. The stone fence of the church has already appeared. With shaking hands, Mila opened the latch, and a whirlwind swept across the stone tiles that paved the courtyard to the door of the church, looking feverishly around. Thank God, nobody!

A naked Tomka flew into the gate, her face distorted with anger. Flew, but with each step, approaching the walls of the church, amazingly changing. Passed from running to step, a wicked grimace disappeared from her face, and when she inertia touched ancient stones, she fell asleep from her body. She stopped, relaxed. So she stood not far from Mila, touching the wall with her hand, recovering her breath after running.

Emboldened by the changes, Mila turned and looked for a shovel. In the corner of the courtyard, under a small shed, next to the brazier, where barbecues were cooked on major church holidays, there was always a shovel, rake and broomstick. Mila, constantly looking at her sister, taking a shovel, began to dig a hole under one of the three cypress trees that grew near the church.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, somewhere nearby loudly and disgusting crows crows. Mila looked back again. Tomka was on her knees at the entrance to the church, and she was whispering something.

The wind intensified, viciously rustling leaves of trees. A caw rang out right above the girl's head. To her horror, she heard the retinue of the air cut by strong wings.

Immediately three large black crows swoop down on her, putting forward dirty feet with large claws. Mila screamed, crouching, letting go of her shovel. But at that moment, naked Tomka flew up to her with a rake in her hands, deftly shouting the nearest crow, shouted to her sister:

- Do not stop, dig! Move!

Mila hurried. A couple more shovels will be enough. Behind her, waving a rake, Tomka fought, preventing the crows from approaching.

- Nate! Lecture This is for your litter! Get the bastard! So that you fail, cursed gentleman! On! Fuck you, not offspring!

Finally, Mila decided that the depth was sufficient. Holding the pendant by the lace with disgust, Mila threw a stone into the dug hole, immediately throwing it over the ground. Throwing the last lumps, she also trampled her feet, tamping the top layer. Considering that was enough, she turned to the church and heard from behind a faint whisper filled with inexpressible longing and anger:

- Damn you, bitches!

Mila shuddered, startled, but then she realized that everything was all over! They are free! She turned around, showing the language of a kind of grave, and calmly went to Tomka, who was standing tiredly with a rake. Around there were a few black, with a blue tint, feathers.

“Everyone, Tom, he is gone,” Mila said simply, noting that the wind had died down just as suddenly as it had risen.

- I know. I need to find my dress, and else they will see me like this, so there will be talk, ”answered Tomka, returning the rake to the place.

- What did you whisper, kneeling by the door? You do not know a single prayer? Mila asked.

- I asked for help, what else? Hired to be heard, - she hugged her sister. “Thank you, you saved us all,” she kissed her sister on the cheek, frowning deeply. -

Mila with horror felt the touch of a forked tongue. Or maybe she thought?

They, without looking back, moved home.