Here she was, fighting for her honor, if not her life, and she was noticing the small wildflowers that grew from her would-be rapist?s cheeks, chest, ...elly, groin, and thighs--violets, periwinkles, goldenrods, bellflowers, foxgloves, and others.The demon straddled Buffy, its massive buttocks, formed of hard-packed soil and rock, resting upon the Slayer?s groin and lower belly, crushing her erection and her balls as it struggled to force its log-penis into the cunt behind Buffy?s scrotum. Buffy. We rode around the large canyon for about an hour and I decided it was time to make our exit and see some new places. I was wearing my Glock on my web belt, but if we were going far I wanted to take my M1 too, and I wanted to take most of the rest of the afternoon to ride and look around. I called to one of my wranglers and asked him to let us out.We rode to camp first, since I wanted the rifle and also because it was getting time for the noon meal. Jekaycey's face was the first one I noticed. So we decided to pair off! Randy with his girlfriend, Beth; against my wife, Abigail and myself.Beth seemed especially eager to play. Abigail, always a good sport, was delighted and couldn't wait to participate also.Since the day was quite warm, Randy and I stripped down to our T-shirts and shorts. Abigail and Beth were both wearing shorts and a skimpy halter-top.We had no worries since our backyard was completely surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence. Our little game would be in private -. ”His fingertips on her hand made Felicity want to pull it away. That was something he’d been doing all week ... touching her. It wasn’t anything obvious or lewd. He touched her elbow, or took her hand, briefly, as they walked side by side in the garden. He had a maddening tendency to wipe her lips for her, when they were snacking on something. It wasn’t that she found his touch distasteful. Quite the opposite. That was the problem. Twice she had taken his hand, while walking. She’d let go.