." I understand honey, promise." It's just we've always wanted you Mr. R, Naomi and I, I mean. Cripes, even Sam wanted you. We used to talk about you ...round your pool, God, like when we were sixteen we used to joke about what a good body you had. When you used to stand next to our boyfriends, they looked like geeks; you were so much bigger, stronger than them." The words were now gushing from Barbara's mouth, her inhibitions gone in her rush to confess. "Oh shit, you're so big there too," she. She needed a strong man to lean on. And Ted Larson fit the bill to a tee. He was everything she could have wanted.Smart, strong, handsome and one hell of a stud, he could pleasure any woman, no matter how horny and demanding.Still, for all his?manliness and virility, his prick was positively refusing to harden. A boner was still some time off in the future. She'd have to be content with that.She dropped to her knees and gently, almost reverently, stuffed the limp worm of his cock into her. “It’s like shooting undead on the farm, any too preoccupied to threaten you aren’t a risk, instead they’re helping you.”Shouted commands echoed behind them, followed by an aborted squeal by a pig.“Are you nervous?” Linda asked.“Are you kidding? Incredibly so,” Cynthia replied, trying to guess how many followers trailed the woman who led them today. “This could go south in so many ways, but anything is better than sitting inside a walled compound, worrying what might happen. However, the chance. The girl agreed to try to destroy the witch, and she ventured once more into the depths of the forest. She searched all day and night, and just as dawn broke once more, she chanced upon a tiny wooden house. In it, she found the enchantress, but to her amazement the witch was already dead. The wicked woman sat in her chair with white flowing hair covering her body, and the young girl could find no heartbeat. But the enchantress’ hand lay upon a magical globe which continued the spell of winter.