She was clearly as savagely turned on as I was while she yelled out her total submission to this new, intense pleasure. "I love your cock in my ass aa...hh! I'm your anal fuck toy, baby, you can use my horny little asshole as much as you like! I want your cock deep in my ass all the time! Uuuuuh... It's yours, my ass is all youhh-uuhrs oowwhh fuuuck!"At those words, I went crazy. Unable to restrain myself anymore, past even the dirty talk and rough play, I started slamming Judy's asshole with all. I was aware that she had become frustrated lately by her slow process of mastering her larynx."Where is your twin sister, Spiro? And why did she not get to come?" Grace asked."I am afraid she could not come. She lost, you see. It was a fight to the death," Narvenia replied. "And the winner got to go with Michael."There was absolute silence.I happen to catch something in Narvenia that felt like ... mirth.I looked closely and saw her eyes were bright, and the corners of her mouth curled up.I. Jensen is working at her desk. There are still at least ten girlsloitering outside the office widow. Everybody loves to rubberneck at acar wreck. Guess they were hoping for another show.A show ... a show. No ... a demonstration.That's exactly what I need right now."Ms. Jensen, could I have one of those phonebooks?" Certainly, take as many as you want. The fewer I have to get rid oflater."I take one book from the top of the pile. It's a standard businessyellow pages, or what used to be called. The tide ebbed and revealed the sandy beach below as we walked in silence downwards to the sea, as we reached the shoreline the muse carried on towards to edge of the cliffs. “Your ‘Cave of the Storm Nymphs’ is just over there” laughed Erato as she pointed to the end of the head. The English Channel is a far cry from the Mediterranean where Odysseus’s ship was dashed upon the rocks but who cares, I certainly didn’t. It was quite a walk and the sun now out in full, but I didn’t mind. We made it.