My right hand had been busy with her hair.Thanks to a game of strip Yahtzee, played by throwing the dice and seeing who had the most dots on each turn... she was down to her black lacy camisole, matching black panties, and black socks, and I was down to my socks and boxers.She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples pressing against the silk of her top. I wanted to feel her in my arms, her tongue playing with mine; I was barely touching my share of the sweet and sour chicken, noodles,. Amy stayed focused and had her tongue cleaning up the spilt juices in no time. “Are you going to cum with me,” Amy yelled at me. Up until that point, I had felt like I was a bystander, just providing the cock to give Amy some pleasure. “I can’t hold on long,” I replied. “Fuck my pussy again.” I pulled out of her now pulsating little bum hole and plunged my cock deep inside her still welcoming pussy. She took me all in one thrust. She now wanted to fuck, and fuck properly. My balls were slapping. If a wound is repeatedly inflicted on one spot and healed with potions, eventually the body will lose the ability to mend that spot on its own. Cuts will bleed ceaselessly, broken bones will become like rock, and organs will eventually shut down. The effects are even worse if the potion is consumed, rather than poured, as it spreads throughout the body.”“How long before major damage is inflicted?”“If used for continuous exercise, potions will lead to death in less than twenty days. Lesser. Boards creaked, and shutters fluttered, slapping against the sides of the dwelling, frail and wounded in the enveloping shroud of twilight. The building, once a place of mirth, and great laughter now stood, giant and empty. Flickering lights cast gaunt shadows long and lonely upon the wood paneled walls. Dark knots, perceived imperfections dotting the walls made leering faces at me, as I walked through the emptiness of memory. My footfalls sounded hollow on the floorboards, echoing through the.