Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail to keep it out of her eyes and a little puddle formed under her tailbone to remind her of her need to keep d...inking liquids.She looked up into the stands and saw her sister talking with some silly boy who sat listening to her words with an interested look on his face. Her mom was exchanging recipes with some lady she didn’t know who had a sleeping toddler in a stroller at her feet. Her father was on the phone again probably talking to someone at work. " I repeated quietly to myself as I stared at the carnage, listened to the agonised screams of men as they impaled themselves.I came to the realisation that this was all too real, not a dream or nightmare. I felt something warm on my leg and looked down to realise that I was actually wetting myself, a pool of urine gathering between my feet.A handful of Vikings had somehow managed to win their way through the stakes and were getting closer to the shoreline. I watched them, frozen in place."I. I decided not to indulge in such a spectacle, though, because I thought it would be unseemly, and it might break the spell I apparently had over her. She seemed to want me to be the boss in this relationship, to dominate her like a bull elephant with a cow, and I had to maintain the proper decorum to do that.With that in mind I slapped her hard on the ass and said, "Okay, Kelly, I think I understand you very well. You just need a man to take control of you, that's all. Well, I'm the guy for. Perfectly rounded, pink tight ass! How do I know itwas tight? Well I instinctively touched it. And I wouldhave kneaded it with all my might had she not moaned andbroken my trance.This time I silently massaged on the extreme ends of herlower back and slightly on her visible ass. And as I wasexpecting she asked me to go lower.Now my dick was already trying to cut out of my jeans.And the rush of blood there had left me with little inthe brain, I think, because what I did next I don’tthink I.