“Peter,” she whispered softly, as she looked him in the eyes, those soft brown orbs captivating her completely, “Come inside with me, I want you...meet my two best friends in the world.” and taking his giant hand in hers once again, led him through her front door. The house was small, and had that cluttered, yet orderly look of some place that could only be described as ‘home’. The sea foam green wallpaper had that faded look of a place that had absorbed countless memories, most happy, but some. Buck enjoyed life on the farm and could not imagine living anywhere else. The big blond farm boy had been popular in school and fucked all the girls in the senior class, anytime he wanted. Many nights he could be found in the backseat of his old Chevy with one of the cheerleaders bounding up and down on his donkey dick. He loved watching them fuck themselves on his cunt-stretcher while he sucked and played with their huge tits hanging over him. Many nights after the fuck fest with Bo and his. " PteriDae? Impossible. She died Revoked and her soul is no more," I started to get angry at this ghostly jest, though I admit it had begun to feel good to have someone to talk to and share my pain."I know who I am, Gareth," the voice seemed a bit upset, too. "When I died, were you holding the Spirit sword?" Yes, but I saw Pteri's spirit fade from the realm." Did the sword do anything then?" The voice certainly had Pteri's patience. It sounded exactly like my wife explaining something to a. Fuck, my cunt and tits feelslike they're on fire. It'll be no good going to the police. Lord Brackenburymight be sympathetic to my plight but he'll certainly see to it that his sondoesn't go to prison." I never slept a wink that night. If I shut my eyesthe pain seemed worse and all the time I kept reliving my terrible beating andthe rapes and wondering not only what they would do to me when they came butwhat would happen when I was found afterwards, even if I was still alive.Some time during.