She was now radiating with such a youthful, nourished energy that only women can give off. I kissed her again and we both let out a big sigh as I coll...psed onto her. As I pulled out finally she winced with pleasure, and I could tell she couldn't wait to have me inside her again. We lay not saying a word but smiling at each other genuinely. I gently ran my fingers and palm around her smooth flat tummy as she cooed. I happened to sneak a glance down at her womanhood and was lucky enough to get to. Unknowingly, she let her son's great, dense man-weapon slowly penetrate the hot, clinging wetness of her vagina, spreading and stretching her to her limit. She couldn't believe how big the monster was as it cut deeper and deeper into her aching love wound. Then, just when she felt like her cunt would burst, she felt the man's hairy belly grind up against her belly as his hot, dangling balls slapped against her upturned butt."Oh, you've filled me to the brim with your huge, wonderful wand," she. As expected she was extremely wet and slippery, reminding him of what had happen the previous week along the trail. He shoved a finger, then two into her cunt and soon he once again felt a strong urge to taste her, even if at first he didn't want to admit it to himself, but his desire for her soaking cunt grew and grew until he could no longer denied it. Even though he felt disgusted with himself for even thinking about what he knew was now inevitable, his crazy desire to lick her cavern of. ”With that, Morpheus, the deliverer of dreams, disappears.Chapter 2The battle endures, enveloping twilight in carnage.Spears puncture flesh, parting bones like cocks parting hymens. Blood flows. Heads roll. Hearts scream in agony. The phalanx presses forward. Banners gambol on the horizon. Sunset, with searing heat, mirrors the gore of the battlefield. Carnage has purpose; each man, each steed, each blade, all overcome the enemy in a gruesome dance. Ichor flows into the river returning vitamins.