We even got beaches. We don't have deserts." Oh, dear girl, there IS life outside Alabama. If you think you saw stars the other night when we looked a... the sky, let's do that again in a high desert." If I'm with you, I can add my own stars." She smiled."Well, there are a couple of tents in there." A couple? Why a couple?" she asked.I have one tent for wintertime, when I need a little more weather protection, and then I have my other tent, for the summer, and it has just screen, to keep bugs out. Lady Cordelia was fully aware of the cross-currents of sexual tension sweeping the pews around her. In her own way, she was much attuned to the urges of appetites long suppressed by the fear of eternal damnation and the condemnation of rumor-mongering peers. She had many sins to atone for but had no intention of curtailing her nocturnal impulses until she was much closer to her final breath.In all honesty, the good lady was much impressed with the handsome Sir Lawrence and she harbored some. This place had once been a fief for the gangs and emos, when battle commenced between the two separate offspring of society. It wasnt anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two. Elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the flabbergasted look I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. Mouth spreading into that familiar grin. Brow furrowing, I cursed, Stop fucking laughing! It isnt funny! He stopped on my command. Speechless. Whats wrong? Whats wrong?!, I echoed, You… they… Im not…. .."I...I...I fell?" Somehow, I don't think it was very convincing...There I was, still impaled on a shemale's cock, one belonging to what wassupposed to be my sissy slave, wearing her bra, her cum on my cheek alongwith my post-fuck smeared make-up, and my cum running down the full lengthmirror. "I fell" wasn't the best explanation for what happened, but it wasall I could think of with my step-father's hulking frame looming over me. Iknew I was fucked...well more fucked than already, but I still.