Trying to ring my in-laws or, I'm sorry to say, drinking alone until I passed out, occupied most of my waking hours as I rapidly turned into a drunken...mess.Toward the end of my self-imposed solitude, I heard the doorbell ring early one evening. I was sat in the TV room with a nearly empty bottle of scotch in one hand and the TV remote in the other. I was not really watching some inane rubbish that was on the large monstrosity my dear wife had insisted we buy, as I drunkenly cursed her, her. I imagined my tongue sliding over the head, around the ridge and hearing him moan with pleasure. I could almost feel him pushing his length thru my lips, till I almost chocked. Then pulling it out again and sliding it down my throat again till his balls were laying against my lips. Then I imagined him taking it out of my mouth and rubbing it on my face, then hitting me with it. It was all I could do to not slip my hand into my pants and rubbing my clit till I came. I tried distracting myself,. ”“You’re very welcome,” Ragan smiled, kissing her back.“That was the best ever,” Esme whispered, “You’re so big, my lord. I’m sure even the King himself does not have such a wonderful cock as yours.”Ragan laughed, and Esme giggled, kissing him again. He then gripped her shoulders, rolled her over onto her back, and shifted to clamber on top of her. He then roughly forced his rigid hard cock back inside her. Esme gasped in pleasure.“Oh yes, my lord. Fuck me. Take me and fuck me,” Esme cried out,. I had no idea where I was, or how I had gotten there.Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and I immediately perked to the unseen danger.Focusing all my senses, I scanned all around me, but could determine no presence that would cause this eerie feeling. There were no living entities close by, yet the inescapable feeling of danger persisted. Slowly, I pivoted, using my eyes and ears to try and locate what I couldn't seem to sense empathically. The fact that I felt the danger,.