Bill was on his back his chest heaving though there was no other movement.Bill could still feel the antidote moving through his body; at least he thou...ht it has started to lessen. Finally twelve spectons later, Bill felt his temperature and sanity returning to normal. Rising off the ground he looked around no longer feeling or seeing thoughts of killing anyone who might approach him. Sighing he turned toward the palace, might as well prepare for this.Henna and Roth watched as Bill approached. The woodsman is mesmerized by the awe-inspiring vision before him. Her milky breasts beg for his touch, and he obliges. His thick fingers massage her creamy mounds, as she moans from his touches. His fingers seek to pinch her taut nipples, drawing a shrill squeal from her red lips.Kneeling before him, he feels her on his cock before she actually touches him. His pants seem to miraculously vanish, allowing his raging hard cock to spring free. Her long fingernails trace patterns up and down his. This was long before school buses had cameras, seat belts, or anything of the sort. Long before cellphones or the Internet, either. I kept to myself while the other teens jibbered and jabbered and did other silly things while waiting for their stop. My stop was near the end of the line, so only a few students were left by then. Except for the two girls. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed them all year until now. Well, I did figure out that they seemed to ride the bus only on Fridays. Maybe their. His mom Ellie was so nice to me that I was tempted to kiss her and hug like we were old friends. Of course, I didn't do that because I was afraid that it might be misunderstood by her and she might consider me one of those girls that didn't like men but preferred women instead. Not that there was anything wrong with that. I had a couple of girlfriends who were more than content to just interact with other females to get their jollies but I was pretty much hooked on the real thing when it came.