Serving wenches were setting platters of fruit tarts, oat cakes and fresh ale on the tables. Men were scratching their beards and waking up from a lon... nights rest. Cien watched and paced. Alex clapped him hard on the back and laughed. ‘So anxious to see the burning cousin?’ Cien nodded. ‘Aye, will cleanse my soul it will.’ Alex gave him a sideways glance before the commotion at the top of the stairs brought his attention to it. There she was, in all her glory. The stupid bitch was struggling. People were living in a Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet kind of world.Most folks, it seemed, thought that was just fine.But, quite a few missed the good old days. And unfortunately, I was becoming one of them.After a few months of relative inactivity, I admitted to myself that I had become perhaps the unhappiest man on earth.I hadn’t stopped, entirely, killing off evildoers in the world, but certainly my statistics were way, way down. Every now and then a subcategory. I picked it up from the bed with one hand and turned it to the low setting, where it just barely hummed. I checked it out against one nipple. Mmmmm! But I still wasn't quite ready to thrust it in yet. I moved it up and down my labia until it was well coated with my juices.At last I placed the head against me and moved the base back and forth. After a minute or two of wiggling and jiggling, I managed to get the whole head inside me. It stretched me to the limit, but there was absolutely no pain.. She rose up until only his glans was within, and she felt him pulse within her. Then she dropped down on him and let herself go. The flames began where he was rooted into her at the bottom of her vagina, and they shot all the way up to the top of her head.Meanwhile, Eric was clutching her right glute in a death grip and was sobbing. When he relaxed that hand and she sagged against him, there didn’t seem to be any muscles in his usually-hard body.“Darling,” he said much later.“Merry Christmas,”.