McMorning began to speak, soft and low.“Oh, bad man that doth call to meLike tempest on the deep blue sea,Would you please fuck me now?Would you ple...se stick your hardened toolInside me, make my pussy drool?Would you please fuck me now?”Frank Leigh groaned. Mistaking his noise of disgust for one of passion, she changed rhythm, and carried on.“Oh, bad man who doth play with me,My pussy and one, two, titty,Would you please fuck me now?Would you please stick your shining dickInto my mouth as I do. Then he repeated the question at which point I agreed.Later in the day after somw shopping in town I bumped into Angela. She told me that Ray had told her about Lucy's birthday present. At first I was a little embarrassed but upon seeing how comfortable Angela was about the matter I began to relax. Angela asked mer for a quick cup of tea.Angela explained that she and Lucy had been friends since school and were very close. It appeared that Lucy had confided to her a fantasy in which she was. Six of them formed a rotating torus of fairy cunt that slid up and down his cock. Their tongues ran in the notch behind his cock head, then teased the very tip, delightfully stinging inside the opening before rising almost too far to reach, then sinking back down.He was so enthralled, trying to see exactly how they wove arms and legs and wings together, he couldn't quite come. His delicious agony left him in helpless, sobbing giggles.He could hear them laughing in sympathy, their jollity too. His actions weren’t those of a maniac, but those of a desperate man. He was a man who was consumed by guilt for allowing his younger sister to be caused so much pain by the man she had married. The smell of coffee brewing made her more alert, and her stomach growled. That gign of hunger made Cass wonder how long she had been out. She sat up and put her legs over the edge of the bed. She wondered if her ankle had healed any, and braced herself for the pain that was sure to come. As she stepped.