We knew what we were there for, a hot night of Monica getting her brains fucked out of her and the lingerie just made it all the more sexy. Her colors...were, red, black, pink and as I use to put it, virgin white. She would ask me what color to wear for her bull for that night or, day, I sometimes had her alternate, black stockings suspenders with white panties, white with black or red panties etc.After the initial greeting, chats James would shower as he usually came straight from work, when. Attenborough removed her thick glasses (perhaps they had steamed-up) and took a long hard look at Mike’s cock… and my pussy. Her eyes were most definitely fixed at groin level.“Don’t stop on my account,” she said, with a noticeable menace in her voice. “You’ve got some making up to do, my boy.” Mike looked at me helplessly but he started thrusting.To my surprise, I found that I actually liked her watching; I pulled my skirt up and opened my legs a little wider, so she had a better view of what. Sometimes I feel alone, because everyone is afraid of me, afraid of what I bring to their area. Though it isn’t really me, I represent bad weather, bad news, even deaths and loss.” “But you also represent life and safety and warnings.” I knew why he thought the worst. I understood, but there was a plus side to it all. I knew that he must have saved hundreds of lives. “I do?” “Yes. I imagine that over your lifetime you have saved many people either through being where there was a disaster or. "Hide the kids..." he says and your mother wastes no time. She takes you both to the barn and closes the gate giving you both one last kiss before running back to the house.You begin to peep through the crack in the wall and watch as 4 large orcs begin walking to the house. You then watch as your dad limps towards them and begins talking to them. Within a matter of seconds, you watch as a large blade exits through his chest followed by blood and the soon dropping of your fathers body.The orcs.