Millie was glistening with sweat from head to toe, and pussy-juice was running down her bare, fat legs all the way to her pretty bare feet. The sweet,...funky scent of her hot, fat cunthole was coming from the stage in waves, and grew stronger every time she came. She posed and wiggled and swung and shook her tits, up on the stage so fat and cute and stark naked--as pale and smooth as milk and as bare and gleaming as a dick about to fuck her. There were at least five hundred dicks in that room. The land that had once been used for growing potatoes and turnips was left fallow, wandered now by two welsh mountain ponies that spared him no more than a snort and a flick of the tail as they went about their business. Wintertime passed and the gales blew him back and forth, but still he held fast, despite his kilt dropping a few inches short of indecently exposing what the crofter had blessed him with. Rory held his breath during the winter, the most damaging of seasons and released it. Two men were leaning against the car with their arms and legs outstretched. A police officer with a drawn pistol in his hand stood behind the pair. A third man sat on the ground with no shirt on holding a gauze pad against his right shoulder. His upper body was covered in blood, but he seemed awake.Karen saw Dave and broke away from the police officer she was talking to. She came into his arms sobbing wildly. “Oh, God! They did it. They actually did it. The bastards.”“Where’s Nikky?”Karen. Carla's senses were having the time of their life as Nikki began issuing further instruction."Now Carla, I would like you to lift your head up for me and face forward. Can you do that for me? Remember to keep your eyes closed. "Carla's response was almost subconscious as she lifted her head and stared closed-eyed at the penis which was hanging barely three inches away from her face."That's a good girl," Nikki complimented. "Now, next I would just like you to do whatever you think is natural,.