The stroll is basically what the working girls call the local red-light area for street walkers. There are seldom more than two or three girls there b...t typically there are between twenty and thirty guys circling the area like bees looking for the perfect bush. There are no street lights. The stroll is like a dark mysterious pathway midway between a moonlight walk on a cool spring evening and sneaking past that old haunted house with a thunder storm approaching. Most evenings it’s a pretty dark. She finally sat next to the boy, placing her hand on top of his. Despite what had happened, she still loved him and trusted him. She hoped that one day, they would be able to get past what had happened last year. But she was scared that it might happen again, tonight. Especially after what had happened inside her earlier this year. No one but Linus knew the truth, that the reason she had gotten fat was because of the Pumpkin. His demon seed had taken root inside her and she could feel his spawn. She couldn't let him! So shefreed herself from the grip around her waist, turned around and retreated alittle to catch her breath. Mike was standing in front of the couch barenaked while Sarah sat there still fully dressed. "Guess you need a littlebreak.", she told him with a smile while her hand slid beneath thewaistband of her skirt. Mike just stood there and watched the lust showingclearly on her face as she was pleasuring herself. But as he decided tojoin and wank himself she suddenly. Rum's penis was shrinking by the second and seemed to be fine, though I did not get long to make sure. I went round to the front of Rum and patted his neck. He sniffed at my breasts and nodded his head at me as if to say "yes I did that". Then I cleaned my legs and breasts with straw and licked the come off my chin. I got dressed and after a final pat for Rum went home to my bed and a good nights sleep.The following morning I had the usual chores of cleaning the stables and feeding the horses..