..Again, your hot breath in my ear.....idea? you whispered...let me think....I could feel you squeezed my dick harder and your playing got more intens... and your bearth rythm got quicker....I giggeled....my hot sexy wife...so easy to turn on...You dork! You almost tricked me into giving you MY fantasy!But what did you think of then? I could feel you got excited, your breath, your hand....you got more intense....so.....did you think of a wood hard dick?Mhm, you replied...Me to, I said....You? Did. The gypsy awoke with her head on the vagabond’s bare chest and looked down at her own naked body. The events of the night before came back in a rush and for a reason she couldn’t identify, she felt embarrassed. Perhaps it was the sudden release of emotion she had kept suppressed for five years, or maybe it was the realization that a man she hardly knew, a drifter, had taken her virginity. Either way, she carefully wriggled out of his arms and began to dress. She was sore, to be sure, and. ?Christine strolled over to the cabinet where she had retrieved the canister of needles earlier and returned with a set of ear protectors. She placed them on her head and adjusted them. She then knelt down so she was level with Timothy’s knee caps. Holding the pistol steady in her right hand a couple of inches from Timothy’s left knee, she pulled the trigger. The gun fired with a moderately loud bang. Instantly, as though by magic, Timothy’s knee cap shattered and blood and bone fragments. I was amazed at how different it felt when each of them was working on my pussy, Francine was slow and sensual whereas Mary was quick and darting, but the effect was the same from each, rapturous ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, sending me off to some distant Galaxy called satisfaction. Then I found myself on my own, and I turned over to see Mary and Francine entwined, their faces buried between each other's legs, moaning and shuddering as they brought the maximum pleasure.