The pain the sword had been causing was beyond agonising at first, but, as he could feel his heartbeat slowing down, his arms, chest and back bleeding...faster and faster, he couldn’t feel anything at all anymore. The hunter then let go of the hilt, taking a step back as the moonlight that had until now been shrouded by clouds began to shine through, illuminating this dark scene. The hunter was in fact, a human, a man in his late twenties, taller than an average man with white skinned and rough,. Back at home Becky didn’t even make the shower before she brought herself off with her hand over her mound and her finger curled into her spot.That night she remained in turmoil thinking of the next morning … it would be a week and the possibility of her Mr Mystery being on the train was a high possibility.Could she allow it to happen again? Did she want it to happen again? Did she want to take it further?So many questions!Becky slipped from the bed early next morning and then debated whether. I’d fantasized and watched movies, but that was as nothing compared to actually standing silently in the dark and watching the woman I love give herself to another man.In the next few hours, two equally haunting and erotic sets of memories were carved into my brain. The first set of imprints were the physical sights and sounds. Even now, four years on, I sometime get flashbacks. Suddenly a picture or a sound from that evening will jump right back into my current consciousness, the longevity and. I can feel my pussy making her face all slippery." Stacy kept sliding back and forth. She looked down and saw Megan's nose pressed into her pelvis and her big, brown eyes, excitedly staring back at her. "Oh, I'm sorry Megan, I should have shaved for you. Mommy, can I go shave my pussy?" Stacy tried to lift up but Megan grunted a protest and yanked her back down to her face."Haha! I'm fine with it Stacy, but it doesn't look like Megan is." Sarah's hand was still rhythmically stroking and.