”“So bring you a flask, ya’ dumb Yankee!” Stephie said over the rush of the wind. “If’n you ain’t got one, Red will lend you one! Or you...can just buy a bottle of bourbon that size.”Rose and Red laughed.“Does she talk to you like that all the time, Steve?” Rose asked.“Pretty much. But I give as good as I get. Don’t I Peaches?”“Peaches?” Rose said through a fit of giggling. “That’s rich!”I was tempted to make a comment about peach juice or eating peaches, but I wasn’t sure how much Stephie had. A distance voice yelled at me. Lovely and pure.A second voice joined hers, as perfect as a cherry blossom falling from the tree....fight, my Love... a third voice screamed.The demon's fangs sank closer.My eyes found my three concubines, their white-painted faces full of fear. Their love pulsed through the chains binding us, driving back the hypnotic stare of the demon. Her sharp fangs touched my skin, piercing my flesh like a pair of needles.“No!” I bellowed, clenching my gauntleted fist and. "MM-MM-MMHH!" I grunted. The cock withdrew until only the head was buried in my squeezing rectum. Slowly it began a smooth pulsing entry until it was fully sheathed and I could feel his balls bouncing against my erect clit. "UNHH!... UNHH!... UNHH!!!!!" The cock withdrew and thrust, again and again. Gradually the rhythm rose to a frenzy. I felt myself yielding to a steady succession of spasms and my guts writhed around the hard fullness."YAAAGGHHH!!" I shouted. "AAGGHH!!!" I flattened my. "But be careful. Somebody spilled a Coke or something at the far end. The seat is still sticky. I found out the hard way." Oh, thanks," she said. "Really. If you want to stretch out or something I'll just find another. It's OK." Don't be silly," I said. "If I hadn't meant for you to sit down I wouldn't have said so. I'm just reading this delightful book. You being here won't disturb me in the slightest." Thanks," she said, taking a couple steps toward the center of the wood seat. As she turned.