Jr. took another sniff at the base of the triangle on her and then licked the area. The familiar taste of a woman wanting his cock washed over his ton...ue and his cock began the journey to full erection, ready to fuck. He continued to lick up that taste as the woman's breath became labored. She had never known a feeling like the sandpaper like roughness that was attempting to spread her labia open and rubbing over her clit. It felt fantastic and she moved her legs shoulder width apart to give. She was so absorbed in these thoughts that she was able, almost, to ignore the man lying on top of her. Able, almost, to ignore his heavy breathing, his frequent grunts of pleasure and the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. Able, almost, to ignore his hard cock slowly but steadily pistoning inside her.An observer, had there been one present, would have seen an attractive twenty-two-year-old woman, with long dark hair spread out over the pillow. Her face was heart shaped with red. He was rubbing hard and really pressing the mixture into the pores of the bird and when I say rubbing, I’m not talking about anything gentle. Bill was working up a sweat, but he didn’t seem to mind.“Bill that seems like a lot of work for one turkey.” I said as I wiped the sweat off his head during a break from cutting wings.“No! Not at all, especially after Gwen told me that she would clean me up in the shower when I get done.” Bill got that huge smile he always got when his mind focused on his. She was glad theold house was so secluded, for she couldn't bear to think what aspectacle she must make as she was ravaged by the specters atop the oldmattress in the middle of her own back yard. Their organs tore at herlike living weapons, as if trying to punish her for her daring, buttheir desperate cruelty only served to fuel her own hope anddetermination.For she had been male once, and she still recognized the fear of a mansuddenly uncertain of himself. These spirits were actually.