I would have fought to get away, just for the play of it, but he is pressing down on me, holding me too well as he pulls out and pushes deep again. Th...n again. My hands are tied loosely but securely - I can't use them to fight him off. I'm helpless and my lover has given me to his friend to fuck... God, this is his hottest fantasy yet! "Ohhhgoodd" Jesus! What he can do to me. He's so big and hard. And I'm so aching for him- I mean for the buddy who's taken his place. Every time I remember to. " Oh grandpa... you're so sweet."Looking up, Ed caught a glimpse of Sheri standing in the hallway. "Sheri... Sheri... is that you?.... Come on in and join us." Oh no... no Dad... this is Holly's night." No Mom come on in... and celebrate with us..."Dropping her robe as she entered, Sheri paused at the end of the bed. She was a stunning, dark haired, forty-three year old woman. In contrast to her daughter's fair complexion, Sheri was olive-skinned. Slightly sagging, her breasts were full,. "I'm not sure. In three or four years Patrick may explain it." I think he was blessed by a holy man," Weena said. "And he will come tonight to be exposed to one of the mysteries."At dusk we drove to the band's camp. There was a large fire and I could see that the whole calf was already roasting. Two men were playing djeridoos. The lubras were putting baskets of yabbies near the pyre. There were more folks than there had been in Riverton. A very large gin in a gaudily-flowered dress ran over and. Kicking my legs, I knocked my purse underneath my car. ?Take iteasy, slut,? a voice rang out from behind me. At the same time, I felt myselfbeing dragged backwards through the open door of the panel van parked next tomy car.? ?You keep quiet,maybe you keep your vocal cords.? I felt the knife slip up and poke me in theneck, the arm holding the knife now squeezing my breasts tightly. The manbehind me dragged me up into the back of the van, and he again repeated, ?Keepquiet, or you will lose.