In an effort totry and bring myself relief I began sliding the vibrating cock back andforth between my legs and as I did so my eyes closed to the wond...rfultingling in my groin.Suddenly, almost accidentally I touched it against my tight puckeredhole, it made me jump slightly, bringing back instant thoughts of thatevil Sandra and her prod. Before I knew it I was pushing it against me.It hurt me but, then it made me think back to the oils that she hadpoured over me. I stopped; trembling all over. Well the next Friday, I was a typical college bar with my friends and they talked “Redeye” into having a shot contest with some football player. Well, to this day I just have this natural tolerance for Whiskey, I mean a real tolerance, like over ten shot’s in a row tolerance!!! I had taken eight or nine shots and put this guy under the table. The trouble was now I was stone cold drunk and had to drive home. I got in my car and I could barely keep it on the road. But God must have been on my. With her magnificent hair in a braid, bracers over her forearms, a slender sword at her back and a staff in her hand she was a vision that I could not sight without weeping. My tender, helpless bride that would not release my hand while leaving her ship was now my beautiful warrior partner, full of life and confidence. Her scars had faded into her glorious sun-tan and her hair was flecked with golden highlights. Since we had no mirrors in our cabin I knew that I must bring her before one.I. After a few moments I felt the closeness of my orgasm subside. I was still hard but I had regained some control. I walked back into the bedroom to find them laying in each other’s arms, both looking very satisfied. “My my Matty… that’s a very hard looking cock,” said Vi with a huge grin on her face. Abby also grinned, “I know I said I’m a vaginarian, but my god that’s tempting”. “I think it’s about time I got to put it somewhere warm and wet Vi, what do you think?” I stated somewhat.