’ He pulled her to him and held her close. Her arms went around his neck and she rested her chin on his shoulder. Tears filled her eyes and then spi...led over down his back as she remembered. They had run into each other early in the summer. It was a soft summer night, and the full moon was ripe with promise. They went into the Mill, the nearby coffeehouse, where they drank coffee and talked for several hours. When the talk ran out, they just held hands and looked at each other with skeptical. Repaired, I assume?”“Yeah. They can’t have their precious main character going into battle with compromised armor. It’s back, shiny and whole.” Bellerophontes groaned and cracked his knuckles. A bundle of anger, the little warrior.“ ... do you still think you are the main character in this story, Bellerophontes?” Chimera said.“What do you mean?”“Raped, cursed, and ruined by the gods she served, a monster, the once innocent woman becomes. The ancient serpent who finally finds the courage to. I could tell something was going in my pussy, but the sensation was missing. What happened to the thrill? I could only hear some heavy breathing from two guys. There were hands on my hips and cool air on my ass. I reached behind me with my free hand. A cock was in me. Then it started pumping in and out. My whole body was numb. My skirt was up around my lower back, and my passenger had my blouse unbuttoned and my bra was up over my breasts. His hands were squeezing and pulling on them. The cock. By noon, Borisovo's pond was crowded with hormone-loaded teen boys and girls, getting high, drinking American beer and looking to hook-up. You'd never ever see anyone older than 30 at the pond. In fact, you'd rarely see anyone in their 20's. Capitalism brought the greed for money which kept most of the city busy, except those too young to care.Mike and Serge were exceptions, as they were most of their lives. They were both successful in their careers, had money, but hung out at the pond.