“Fuck, what it it’s the police or the park rangers or something?” Mikey cursed.“Yeah, so?” Blake said.“We’re not supposed to be camping ...ere! We don’t have a permit!” Mikey hissed.“Hey, I don’t think it is,” I said, squinting as the moving object started to take shape as my eyes adjusted. “Holy shit! I think it’s two people going at it!” Blake laughed. He was right, I could see them then, the girl obviously the one pushed against the tree with her legs around a tall and suddenly very familiar. She has gone and gotten herself enchanted in some way. She is sleeping, and no one can awaken her. She is not exactly dead, but she must be protected until she is eighteen..." She stopped suddenly, glaring at the blacksmith, who was intelligent enough to be looking at her feet, where a good peasant should look. "As I say, she is ensorcelled and will not awaken. Until I can find a cure, she must be protected. And so I am in need of a casket, not one for a dead person, but for my poor daughter.. “Artie, how many people have you gotten with that one?”Artie said “Plenty, but I’m running out of bars. But, just to show you I’m a sport, how about double or nothing that I can bite my left eye?”Mike thought “He can’t have two glass eyes, he’s been able to see everything, pick up his beers, and all that shit” So, he said “Double it is. Show me.”Artie pulled out his false teeth, bit his left eye and put the dentures back in.Mike laughed again, “Artie, that was worth the hundred to get a story. By now your breasts are painfully aroused and in need of soothing attention, so I end my digital torture to replace it with my mouth, kissing down your sensual neck to have some fun of my own with you bountiful female globes. I adore them, kissing and licking them all over, sucking on the teats and flicking them with my tongue to make them more erect, making you breathe a little harder, a little faster. I am almost satisfied after groping and showing such affection to each of your ample mounds,.