“Bad, Ardt,” Yren sighed. “Very bad. I’m not sure how Teran managed to stay sane; I’m not sure I’d have the strength if I had had to trans...ort Goodwoman Masick.”“Do you want to talk about it?”“No,” Yren blurted. “I’d just like to forget it – but I swear, I never will. It was – Ardt, it was barbarous. They skinned her, Ardt. They somehow managed to keep her alive while they cut the skin off of her body.” Yren gave a wavering cry. “Gods, I can still see it behind my eyelids. Her eyes were missing. You should go talk to Danny about his latest plan."We put our bikes in the garage, and I brought Kirsten and Pam in to brave the clan. By the time we hit the kitchen, the mob had formed. "Pam, I don't think you've met my mother. Mom, this is Pam Derbyshire, she's in Mr. Dean's class, too." I then introduced the mob."Rich says you're Artie's girlfriend," said Susan."I don't know," replied Kirsten. "We've never really said."I would have preferred better circumstances, but I didn't see a way to. A lot of the guys that came in the room did not have anyone with them, they were there a short time and just wanted to cum. She would be covered in cum, including the bed. When we were in the cab going to dinner or sitting at a bar after, I would just have to wet my fingers to turn the hard cum into a oil and get Her to a point that she would do anything I asked, without any limits.The rather usual evenings at home my wife and I would take rides when the sun went down and it was not hot out. I. I wasn't going to press my luck now. Instead, I kept my hand on her pubic mound, gently rubbing, my thumb caressing her clit. "How does it feel, baby?" Feels so big," she said. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavy. "God, I don't know what's happening to me."I rubbed up to her tummy and moved my hand in a circle, massaging around her bellybutton. But my eyes were on my cock. It looked so amazing lodged inside her, her pink lips hugging tight around my shaft, her red clit, everything.