My body was jerked from the bed and catapulted through space and time, to the dark, frightening, hateful place of the dead. It was brutally cold inste...d of torturously hot. The fires still burned and the embers still floated through the stale, filthy air. When I inhaled I still smelled the stench of death.The demon death came for me with a sickle fashioned out of fillings torn from the mouths of the dead. The blade looked to be as lethal as anything ever forged, and death looked like he knew. For example, one of my niches is, as you likely discovered, antique erotica. There are many people interested in what tickled the fancy of readers in the 18th and 19th century, and will pay for the privilege to own a piece of that history."Her eyes sparkled as she asked, "So what tickles the fancy of readers in the 18th and 19th century."He leaned forward and asked quietly, "Would you like to see for yourself?" Actually, yes," she said with a grin."Would you be free this evening?" he asked. "I. "Gawd, I just can't get over how beautiful you are, Mom." I was just so much in love with this woman that it hurt.I undid her waist button on her slacks and unzipped them sliding her slacks down her legs along with her panties. Her pussy hair came into view and all I wanted to do right then was put my head between her legs and drink from her well of juices.I laid her out on the bed and starting at her eyes I kissed and licked her face and lips then moving down her smooth delicious throat to her. My shirt had ridden up and I could feel the cool wood surface against my skin, an extreme contrast to the heat emitting from my body. My head hung over the far edge of the nightstand and your hand kept my head lifted and pulled back. Your thrusts continued without mercy. I could feel them both in my vagina and against my head as you lunged, using my hair for leverage. My hip bones dug into the edge of the table as you pressed into me with your weight. My eyes rolled back into my head from the.