I flinched anyways, throwing my arm up to block the small stone. But it didn't hit me. She missed, the rock sailing past me and—A meaty thunk echoed...behind me followed by a soft thud. I looked behind me and gasped. Zanyia lay sprawled on her back, her temple cut, blood trickling from a growing knot. It swelled red as she twitched on the ground.“This stone,” hissed the enemy lamia. “This stone will do the trick for you.”I whirled my gaze around. She'd picked up a big stone the size of a smith's. . I enjoyed it for a while not moving it at all.. Then she said, kya kar rahe ho Rohan?? Make love to me yaar.. Mujhe itna wait na karwa.. It was too much for me to resist and I slowly start to pump her.. Moving my thing in and out.. I love to do 1 thing. That is to take my thing completely out and put it in.. I love to make love this way.. So I started to do the same.. And at times I was even teasing her just putting the top of my thing.. feeling the start of her pussy. Guys trust me, u both. What a shame.?) In her final moments, Gina did not disappoint Kat, me or anybody else present for her final performance before an audience. Debbie then steeped forward and completed the final preparations for Gina?s execution: a ball-gag was secured in Gina?s mouth, a chin strap secured and a patent leather hood placed over her face, leaving only her nose exposed. (We don?t like to suffocate). I wanted to say something comforting to her, but the protocol is very strict as to what I can say once. I began to sketch the view, not that I had a lot of interest in the view but more as a valid reason to stay in my vantage point. The family quietly continued with their activities, the lady returning the favour with the lad who I now knew as “Trevor” by burying her face in his crotch, while father closed his eyes in the afterglow of his orgasm, lay back and relaxed in the sun while his wife and son took their pleasure of one another only feet away. It was all fairly surreal, rather like.