. ... but Emmeline Winter did not run.If such monsters could exist, if her father and grandfather before her had fought them, if she had been sent her..., if so much was at stake, if her very presence gave the beast pause ... then surely there was something to this, more than she could see.She had to believe.She would persist.Emmeline's grip tightened around the neck of the axe, so tight her fingers burned. She stepped boldly forward.Her voice was clear and unwavering."By Winter's hand, the blade. It certainly made the genuine cotton garmentfit her trim body in a manner which brought the bestout of it. A marvel of a lady on the better side of hertwentieth year.A few onlookers whistled at her, probably just forthat. Looking over her shoulder and casting a smilethat was sweet and icy at the same time, the message“hello boys – already taken” made clear. She didn’thave anyone, though, at least no real, breathing loverof flesh and bone. She didn’t have to worry. She was like some sort of frugal bitch when it came to spending money and that’s a fact, but I didn’t really care, because I never set much store in cash and such things. That was probably why I spent most of my adult life poor as a church mouse and never missing the things I didn’t have.I made the mistake of confiding in her the story about Amy, my pig-tailed little teenaged nymph, her dark-riding female imp with the orange hair, and her older sister Misty with her unfortunate hump-back and a. My hands stroked the curve of her ass, and she moaned into my mouth when I rubbed and squeezed her firm cheeks.She soon had her hands on my cock. “Oh, you’re a lot bigger than I remembered,” she said while wrapping her fingers around my shaft. Then she bent down and began sucking my seven-inch cock, taking in most of it with each bob of her head. I had reveled in how soft and moist her lips are when we kissed. And wrapped around my cock, her lips are indescribable. I was on a euphoric high as I.