I dont know why, but i was petrified and daren't speak. What was going through her head? Was i good? was i bad? was i her first girl too? oh god, what...have i done? what has she done to me? In the midst of my blind panic, i barely noticed that Sharon was behind me, holding my boobs and kissing my back. All the questions went from my head as i tilted my head to the side so she could kiss my neck. Even over the noise of the shower i could hear breathing heavy. I got butterflies in my tummy as one. Have a seat."She was very friendly and had a nice smile, which put me at ease. She offered a beer, and I accepted. I noticed five or six empties in the trashcan nearby.The afternoon was pleasant. Wanda had two girls, and the absent one's name was Libby. Rick, Wanda's husband, worked the oil fields in Dickinson, two weeks on followed by a week off. Wanda liked not having him underfoot all the time, she said, and the kids behaved better when he wasn't around.The three girls splashed in the pool. We were still hurting each other with our respective grips when she pulled back from our embrace so I was able to grab her arm and I struggled to get her hand from my pussy, I let go off hers and jumped on top of her grabbing hold of her throat I squeezed and pushed down on her trying to choke her into submission her arms flailing around catching me with a few slaps as she struggled and panicked as I tightened my grip scream at her to submit asking her to give eventually she banged down hard on. The first you see is fog, a thickass fog. You barely can see anything farther than 10 meters from you. You realized you are now sitting on a carriage."Hey you! You are finally awake!" you noticed that someone is sitting across you, an elderly man with perfectly white hair. He is wearing a robe that looks like it was made by the finest white silk. "You were trying to save that woman right? Stabbed few times on your guts by that thief."For some reason you feel like you familiar with this but you.