I had made four trips to the sawmill by midday, each time returning with a waggon load of timber. Some was destined for the rebuilding work that was n...eded, some for fencing and palisades, and of course plenty of firewood was required for the chateau's fire places and kitchen stoves. I had much time to reflect on what had happened between Annette and me last night as Hercules and Atlas plodded to and fro between sawmill and château. I admit to being greatly confused. Yesterday evening, prior to. I'd never showed it to anyone before, but started to keep it in my wallet."Hello? That's your wife?" Jeremy said a little too excitedly making some other patrons crane their necks to see the picture Jack was holding. "You must have a big one to get a woman like that. I can't see any other reason!" Jeremy laughed sarcastically."Yeah, I guess I do!" I figured that should shut him up some."She looks to be a thirty-four D-cup. I 'd say twenty-six waist, thirty-five hips?" Jack guessed."Uh yeah, you. Wendy dismounts again and takes a position in her hand and knees as I position myself behind her. I then insert myself from behind and place my hands on her soft hips. I then begin to slam my cock in and out of her. A long sustained moan escapes her sweet lips as I do this."Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she repeats over and over. I lose track of time as I ram myself into Wendy and allow my hands to rub her breasts and gently pinch her nipples. I am brought back to the present by her moaning. Feeling his hand beginning to cramp up, he squashed the spider and wiped the remains off on his pants. A second sting on his left elbow signaled the beginning of a panic attack, and as he swatted the spider under his sleeve, he felt three more suddenly appear in his pants and sink their teeth into his flesh. Now yelling in terror and pain, he looked down to kill the arachnids and felt his heart nearly stop at the sight of thousands of spiders skittering across the pavement towards his feet..