The muscles are there but they're so hidden they don't seem to matter for anything other than supporting my bones."All he said in response was, "Finis... the wine, I think you need it more than I do." All that and "finish the wine"? Jesus! And he was smiling! I am capable of exhibiting a little intelligence every once in a while. It did register on my feeble brain that it wasn't just any smile. No. It was that special smile — not tolerant, not indulging. It was the one that was amused, but in the. A loud moan that you couldn't stifle escapes your mouth, making your friends continue on their way abandoning you to this shameless woman. Even though you were beyond embarrassed that they saw you, you still hoped that they would somehow intervene and save you from the monster that continues to ravage your anal cavern. Now, it seems like these hopes are lost forever...Or are they? Looking back towards the entrance, you see two silhouettes standing there, obviously conflicted between leaving and. The spirit traces led them to a strong spirit, blazing in its flawed intensity. They watched the old Russian asleep in his lonely quarters."He is like two men struggling within one body, my wife. The one seeks to preserve; the other seeks to destroy. We have seen many who harbor such a conflict within themselves, the struggle between light and darkness. But this one, it is a wonder he has not already fallen into the black pit. He must be a strong one to cling to his waking days; to withstand. My blue eyes opened as I saw Alicia bend over and what I saw was a very shocking yet arousing ordeal – not only was she not wearing panties but I saw the sight of her beautifully trimmed pussy for me to see. This only spurned me on more as two of my fingers delved into my dripping pussy to finger and scissor myself deep and fast, my eyes closing as I delved into my fantasy. I could taste her on my tongue as I fingered myself hard and fast, she would taste of the sweetest honey mixed with fresh.