.. felt open. Emptied. It didn’t matter. I had to get help. I bounded away from the fire, my four feet slapping on the hard-packed road leading alon... the Forest of Lhes. My legs stretched out as I ran faster and faster, the land blurring beside me.I felt no exhaustion. The feyhound’s form didn’t have muscles. The branches that wove its body into a wicker form didn’t need to rest. It had no heart that had to labor. Nothing but my will kept it moving.And I would save my family.I raced down the. My nuts quiver and I start to inlong gate my motion she says it's hard to do two guys if it's not my husband and someone to ask to guys to meet fuck it is awkward . She pants so I met a really young couple . I said I like where this is going . She huffing and dripping from her pussy . She said they live in Jupiter .an she shook an I knew there were a lot of singers and swappz àn I said does your husband go an she said no is a couple but she likes the boys around and they have me ..I grab her. We are going to help her get here legs back under her so she can try and continue." "Mo….um Sara could I ask something and it not seem real weird?" Bree asked sheepishly "Well I'm straddling my son with my ass right in his face. Yes I wishing I didn't have my jeans on so he could use his tounge all over my ass and pussy. Top that with being turned on by the thought of your sexy body, and you impelled so deep on his cock. What could possibly be weird at this point?" Sara spoke looking deep. I've got dirt for you, too. Let me get into real clothes."Weena ran upstairs and I went to fetch two glasses and a bottle. I wondered briefly whether I was becoming a lush — wine at lunch and before dinner — but decided not yet. There was a bottle of something I'd never heard of in the door. I read the lable. A Yalumba. Well, we'd see. I opened the bottle and took it and the two glasses into the sitting room.The label said "Viognier," but it was meaningless to me. I'm sure I'm the dummy of the.