The shafts of the lances shattered into a thousand brittle splinters, forming a cloud of debris around each man, with wooden shards flying into the cr...wd.Then the riders flew past each other, Neither man was unhorsed. As the horses slowed to a canter, then a trot, Jacques was the first to react. He reached down and unclipped his war axe from the saddle and raised it, turning his horse and charging toward Jean. Now, without lances, he ran straight at his opponent.Jean heard him coming and turned. But the next, and the next ... might as well have been.Then there were the ones filled with noise and heat and pain and screaming and flames and blood. All those had bubbled up out of my overactive imagination.But this one was different. This one was more immediate. More personal.Bracing myself I let my mind fill in the blanks. Someone in my face, lips twisted with a vicious grin, fingers tightening around my throatSomeone else looking on? A girl. In a cage, her face blank, her eyes. You don't have to... just let me make love to you. We... oh I must look a mess."She did. The heavy mascara was streaked, her lipstick smeared, the red hair tangled. She was watching him as they both gasped hard. She was damn heavy, he thought. He felt her hand grip his throbbing prick. He saw a big, crazy sort of grin. "Oh it's nice and big, darling. I'm just a little girl. Let me go clean up." She rolled over, sprang to her feet, and started through the bedrom door. Her ass looked lovely,. "I would like do a line or so, myself" I said. My little momma was suddenly shocked. Now she had to acknowledge my knowing she occasionally snorted with Snake Lady. As the mirror was brought out, lines made and offered to us, Little Mama at first didn't do much at all. She took a tiny snort. Snake Lady broke in, "Oh, come on Little Momma don't play miss innocent. Shit do it like we do it when we're alone. Your old man is cool with it. Why you thought all of this was so damned secretive is.