I should have warned Richard. Breathing was difficult.I was in and out of wakefulness most of the time, those first few hours. I believed myself to be...one of the 'living dead'. I called my squire Rolf to my side. I charged him with finding the priest, so I could give my confession, and receive Last Rites. Rolf hurried off, and I noted with interest the moisture in his eyes as he left.I faded from seeing for a time.In the dream, I saw Susan's globes, tipped with a nipple the size of my little. "And all of them with girlfriends and shit, that's just a smokescreen." Nah. Believe me, my girlfriend is not a smokescreen." Yeah, right. You're all fags. You are a fag." Believe what you want," Warren said, not wanting to get into it. "Can I get by, please?" I don't think so." They moved in closer to him. "Y'see, we've decided you're a fag. And you know what we do to fags?" Yeah, what Reverend Watson says we should do to fags?"Oh shit, Warren thought, they're followers of that gay-bashing. "Letme just come up and I'll move my overnight bag to the guest room, andJustin and I will stay there. Maybe we can find a pillow and blanket forJared and he can crash on the couch." Ok, sure," said Reese as he went up with Jenn. "Good night guys." Good night," Jared and Justin replied."You didn't have to do that for me," said Jenn, closing the door behindthem. "I was going to get you out of it, and fess up!" I know, but that part I couldn't let you do," said Reese. "There's noreason for you to. ”I pulled out and told her to get on her hands and knees. She did and I fucked her hard doggy style. The moment my cock touched her pussy her seconded orgasm hit her hard. As tight as it was I still fucked her tight pussy as hard as I could. I felt her hand brush against my cock. Amya was rubbing her clit as fast as I was pounding her pussy. The thought of her playing with clit was enough over the edge. With one deep thrust I shot my load deep inside Amya’s pussy. “Yes I can feel you cock.