"I got my horse and all my weapons, and we rode off into the night. We rode about 3 hours until we came to a little valley no more than a 100 yards lo...g and 50 yards wide. George said, "Most of the locals say that these here hills are hainted, an' they're too scared of the ghosts to come up here. Personally, I think that's jus' an excuse to keep away. One of them 'what ya don't know can't hurt ya' kinda things."As we approached the little valley, I could see some flickering light, so I figured. The nerves, anger and frustration and a litte horniness welled over.One of the things keeping me going through all of this was the thought of righteously skull fucking this weedy little cocksocket to oblivion afterward and seeing my jizz dribble down that boney chin.I'm not a violent man and never had been. I'm not particularly big but I'm burly enough and had an upbringing that meant that I dont usually get messed with. And on the few occasions in my far off youth when a few violent sc****s. She bought a very large cucumber at the store as she does not have a really big dildo or vibrator and she needs something almost as big as her hand. She has washed the cucumber and laid out her collection of vibrators and dildos along with a jar of special lubricant. Maybe tonight will be the night.The boys are there alright in the darkened room all three of them hoping she does not pull the shade as she has done sometimes in the past. Maybe tonight she will forget, so they think. They can see. “Should I push my tongue in? Should I push it into your pussy?” Oh God. Yes! No! She could only moan. She felt his thumbs pull her lips wide, his arms forcing her legs even further apart. “Don’t you wish you could watch me do this?” His tongue found her pussy. Pushed in. He pushed it all the way in, then moved it left and right. Christ. She moaned, “Please,” again. A finger slipped inside her pussy as his tongue swirled around her tender clit. Then his tongue was back, pushing its soft way back.