We’re at Maggie’s Hut.’ Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep that had held her captive these long hours. Slowly her eyes became ...lear and alert, as she darted her glance around the forest. ‘We are going to Maggie’s house? Why?’ ‘I fear you need to be truly well again, and Maggie is the only healer I dare trust with you.’ ‘I’m perfectly fine, Cien. You worry too much.’ She gave him a disgruntled look, and he laughed. Never before had any one accused him of worrying too much. That. "Show me."I moved to her, took her hand and led her to the bed. She moved to the center - she has a very nice room because it has a double bed - lay on her back and spread her legs. Even with my dearth of sexual experience, there was no mistaking what she wanted next.#2: We all immediately remembered that we'd left my wallet at home. All my rubbers were in my bedroom.#1, #2, #3, #4: Then I remembered how superbly prepared Julia was, hopefully. "I'm VERY sorry, but I forgot to bring my wallet.. A tight black bathing suit is all you have on. And while tight, it's no more risqué then some of the other things you own. Your long jet black hair has been pulled back into a pony tail. Even with your makeup scrubbed off you are still a beauty, displaying all the best features of your Italian father and Cuban mother. You've got her ass.You've only begun to realize the impossibility of where you are and this nightmare cock approaching you when you realize it's gotten even closer. It rose up. Know your Bull, ladies and gents, white hubbies, slut wives, GFs and BFs. Take it as if it were a commandment from me. You may not like it when I say this, or think of it as a waste of time, but from my experience, fucking goes better once you know that all other options have been taken care of. Think of it like you’re a stunt man driving a fast car down a lone highway. You want to march your foot down on that pedal and burn rubber like you want the bitch to race off into the moon, the last.