Despite my anger toward the guy that I never met, I found myself wanking off in my student room while imagining her with him. I didn't understand quit... why, or that there was a fairly common fetish about it among people, and I'd never heard the word for it.I was visiting a woman in her fifties, in the more rural parts of the area, to learn about paganism and such things. The Priestess was a woman named Sue, who was blond, quite busty and raunchy looking while dressing demurely. She gradually. It was late in the afternoon now, and Walter could come home at any time. Patty had lost track of how many times she'd let Henry fuck her tight pussy, how many times the seemingly endlessly horny lad had sprayed his load of cock juice deep inside her mouth, asshole or cunt.He seemed to enjoy reaming her asshole best of all. Now, as Henry kept ramming his prick into her pussy, Patty was conscious of how stretched and itchy her asshole felt, how red and sore her shit sphincter had grown from. The down! Deep, fast,in case - too late.She hear it before seeing it, the roar of another motor, a boat lying in wait for her out in the lake. Not too close but they must have seen her rise, because it was racing in her direction. Same trick she thought, turning towards the boat. As it race past her, flashing directly overhead, she rose for another deep breath, and then deep, fast, as far as she could go straight line away from the boat, keeping the hunter's back to her back as she pushed. It's as though my mind is racing a mile a minute!" Steph, come on!" I cried. "This is serious. What if I start thinking about guys and stuff?" Oh, I'll bet you will," she whispered. "To tell the truth, I've already had some rather odd thoughts about some of the girls around here. I had no idea you had such a randy little mind, Jason!" Steph, you have all the brains now. PLEASE try and think of a way for us to change back," I sobbed."Okay, okay," she replied. "First let's calm down. We're pretty.