I'd seen them in my closet, of course, but though I had by now either wornor at least tried on all the others it contained I had never been temptedby ...hat pair. They had what were sometimes referred to as 'skyscraperheels' and looked, frankly, dangerous. Gerda had slipped them onto myfeet, but when I stood up in them for the first time I had toppledforward. Fortunately, Gerda was there to catch me. I'd taken a few tiny,timid steps after that, deciding the best thing to do while wearing themwas. “I’m also pretty sure there is a rule saying that you can freely drink the wine of any man boinking your daughter.”I was going to make a different comment about biblical rules when I stopped. “Did you just say boinking?”“Yeah.”“I’ve never heard anyone say boinking before.”“It’s a word more people should use. Don’t give me shit.” I swear as she turned back to the wine there was a slight grin this time.“Here we go, a nice rosé to go with the preserves.” She left with a corkscrew in one hand and a. Finally, as he waspounding my wife from behind, Ian grunted and buried hiscock as deeply as he could in my wife’s pussy, emptyinga fresh load of cum into her. After he finished, heslowly slid his cock out of her and as he did I couldsee the mixture of their juices coating his penis.Alana fell back onto the bed, lying on her back with herlegs spread. She was sweaty, her hair was a mess and herpussy was stretched open and dripping cum. She wasabsolutely beautiful. Ian lay on his side next. Meanwhile, the wagons were trying to escape and were going much too fast for their top-heavy loads. For some reason, a bump, a rock, who knows, the lead wagon broke a wheel and toppled over. The wagon tongue broke free and the mules were uninjured, but everybody on the wagon was killed in the crash. It was unfortunate that innocent women were killed, but that's life, sometimes.The other two wagons were forced to stop because of the blocked road. The fools who were driving started to shoot at.