Seconds later she felt his seed strike her vulva as he grunted like an animal. Three down, only two to go. Her ordeal would soon be over.Then she froz.... It was the voice. She recognised it instantly. “Fetch me the wand!”Harry Potts himself. Shit! She just stood there, feeling spunk dribbling down her cheek, over her labia. Whatever happened, he mustn’t see her, mustn’t hear her, mustn’t divine who she was. But having asked for his wand… Was he going to perform some magic trick? Perhaps the wand. I’m almost ready to try that log in my bowels, but I’m still a little scared. It won’t actually tear me apart, will it?”“Don’t worry, Baby. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. When you’re ready, you mom and I will make sure you are so well lubricated and properly prepared, you won’t even know when it pushes past your sphincter.”“That sounds highly unlikely, Old Man, but I will give you points for trying.” Lucy wiped her daddy’s prick with a warm cloth before rinsing it and proceeding to. We moved back and around to peek out at the river. From the way the surface rippled all the way across the river we knew we had found the submerged bridge. We pulled back and moved closer to the trail and set up a listening and observation post.The river and bridge was a hundred meters to our right. I slipped away and scouted to the south and the trail turned southwest after another hundred meters. I returned and Shane set up the watch list. Since it was almost dark I did not like the idea of. All too soon I felt the warning buzz of an imminent orgasm deep in my pelvis. Like I said, I loved the way she fucked me.Wait a minute! "STOP!"I struggled for control. This had to be a dream. Yes, I'm asleep having an erotic dream that's about to go wet. The last thing I needed was to wake up with my briefs filled with sticky semen. I was not interested in explaining to my wife why my underwear was getting more action than she was.Hold on, that might give you the impression; like maybe my wife.