” The blond threw the wet wipes across the car to Ruth. “Here clean yourself up, your face is a mess and I can smell the come on you from here.�... Then Laura looked at her tits. “God you made a mess of these when you grabbed them. They’ll be bruised for weeks.”Ruth cleaned her face and still sitting in the car, lifted her skirt and started cleaning the now dried cum from around her legs and cunt. Then she remembered the word scrawled just above it. Hers said Twat, and Laura’s read Cunt. “what do. For sometime it feels good for a women, but afterwards she too gets tired of it.N thought to try to have sex with someone to know what they think of married women and yesterdays weather was also perfect for the same. So, I proceeded.I : that means after uncle only I am the lucky one.A : more than him, cause I dont drink with your uncle.I : did you wore anything beneath your robe ?A : why dont you see by yourself instead of asking me ?I leaned forward taking sip of wine in my mouth and kissed. We made a camp on the largest hill in the area: A place where we could watch them and still not be overly bothered by them. The humans called it Mount Hemp, because Alexis Hemp discovered it (!!). Imagine: we had been living here for at least 100 Grahhlls' (or Bards') lives, enjoying the cool of the mountains and the waters of the big sea, and 'they just discovered it.' Merlin has suggested the word I'm looking for is: hubris.Oh, yes: The phrase "100 Bards' lives." That's how we reckon time. Blood, caked and dry, clung to my wrist and the steel nail that penetrated my skin in the most perverse and grotesque manner possible. Bound with rope, I realized what has become of me. My head smacked a piece of wood from behind me, as I caught a glimpse of myself in a fracture of broken glass near my well bound and nailed feet. Crucifixion. The word echoed through my head as I became faint-minded. How…I questioned myself. There was a loud, prolonged gutteral sound and the sound of metal.