He pinched the other one. Entwining it with his fingers, pulling at it. and then he moved his lips, soft like butterly kisses, down to Ethan’s crotc.... Ethan sobbed and bit his lip harderPrecum oozed out of the top of his wet penis. Maxxie fondled his balls. Ethan cried. “Stop it, you tease,” he groaned pulling his beanie over his eyes.He let out a start as he felt Maxxie’s wet lips engulf his penis. His hips butted forward, thrusting his dick into Maxxie’s mouth. Maxxie cried out, but the noise. If I'm writing backwards with my left hand I'm drunk or high or in a deep slumber. This condition makes it difficult to recall my dreams. It is especially difficult for me to remember dream faces. I asked Garma for help.Vix communicate telepathically. I am an untrained partial telepath—the Vix are working to correct that. Garma put me to bed with the Vix I connected most strongly with—Silvia. We were going to share dreams. And we did...Ever run on all fours, tongue hanging out, tail high? I was. "Brun, uhhh, what are you doing?" she asked."Lady Megan. We are sewing favors to bestow on our brave young men who will ride forth to rescue the Lady Erin from the evil which now holds her and her handmaids, Jenny and Anna. These men ride into certain death. Many will not return so we seek to let them know that our heart's and thoughts are with them as they ride into this epic battle." Please, just call me Megan. I can't get used to this lady stuff. I'm not sure I understand? What do you mean. They were big husky guys, in their mid-twenties, and dressed in their usual work clothes; that is, jeans and khaki shirts.Looking at them, an objective observer would notice nothing peculiar about them. But if one had the ability to look inside, he or she would probably be shocked. For it would be seen that they were rapists. They had committed a number of rapes; they were experienced; they had been working as a team for quite awhile. And they had never been caught. There were two reasons why.