By this time, I was fully acting out my fantasy to portray it as accurately as possible, and Mark and Elizabeth thought it appropriate to stand beside...me as I lay on my back on the board room table, to discuss precisely where I wanted to be stabbed, and how hard the first stab should be. The point of entry, the place on my tummy where I needed to be raped was possibly the most important aspect of the whole scenario, and I am pleased to say they both recognized this from early on and were very. She pulled away and hopped off upstream, splashing cold water as she went. Smiling, I pursued her. At a bend in the river, I caught up to her. She was again bent over, ass thrust in the air, wisps of hair peeking out from between her lovely cheeks. But, unlike last time, she was not examining some rock or plant. She was looking out from around a tree. The trees roots had been washed away by the creek, so they afforded quite a bit of cover to conceal her from whatever it was that she saw. She. ." I began, when my phone rang."Hello?" Who's that?" said my mother's voiceOh shoot, I've answered with my male voice. I thought quickly, "This is...Steve. Sam's playing an arcade game." Well could she call me back as soon as possible? Thanks."I knew my mum was a worrier. I really had no choice but to turn back inthe next few minutes.I went into the Reality Warper. I pulled my pants down, and looked at mypenis."Good bye, little fella."I pressed the 'UNDO' button. Like before, I was surrounded. During many a neighbourly coffee mornings, Sophie & Chantal would casually discuss sex, life and everything. As time went by, the topic of discussion focused more and more on sex. She began to discuss her husband – a quiet, unassuming man, who had been blessed with the most well endowed cock. A powerful combination which slowly worked its affects on Sophie – the idea of such monster cock in the house next door, attached to the most non-threatening and gentle of men. Chantal slowly worked her.