Recently, however, you've got wind of a story that might just make your name.Tony, an acquaintance of yours returned from a holiday backpacking around...the English countryside, and came back with a story about an amazing little village he happened across, a tiny little place hidden deep in the middle of nowhere with the exotic sounding name of "Spurting-Spent". He tells you that the population there is 95% female, and they are all, in his words "constantly up for it" - a village full of horny,. ' So, I asked him, 'Now, I won't get angry, so don't worry, but, you mean, if you had the chance, you'd have sex with Mom?'" And he said he would?" Yep." Exactly what did he say to that?" He said, and this is pretty much exact, 'Dad, don't be mad, but, you married a woman that I think is the sexiest woman alive. I'd rather have sex with her than any girl in my school.'"I sat there amazed. Okay, I know I'm attractive, I'm really only thirty-six and, in a bikini, well, I do get lots of looks. I. He was both taller and much heaver built and the way the others held back, I knew he was the lead dog. He had long dirty blond hair sticking out from a baseball hat placed on his head backwards and his face was greasy looking. I thought his eyes were set too close together and this made his whole face looked mean and I knew at first glace he and I had nothing in common. Suddenly he spotted Skip and came barreling over to the two of us."There you are ... you little cunt. What are you doing here?. It couldn’t end now.Amaya didn’t know what Wesley was doing, but she did remember what he had commanded all those years ago this morning. Her knees and elbows ached as she rose back to all fours. It took all her strength to support herself on her arms. She could feel Wesley’s cum shift inside her ass, and a trickle was staring to fall down her leg. Amaya concentrated on that trickle to anchor herself back to reality.The van started, and she cried out in surprise. She said nothing, though, as.