Carol was so wet I could hardly feel her sides, it just slid in like a red hot knife through soft butter. As i slowly began to thrust her hand came ro...nd and grabbed my arse scratching it with her long nails as she pushed my groan into her. I could feel her slightly grown pubic hair brushing my shaven area, her pubes were slightly damp but were getting wetter by the minute as he cunt juices slopped out of as a now began to thrust hard against her pussy splatting juices everywhere. John was. At the start of the final round, I tried to point out to the tournament officials that I would have to double my score if he was to have any chance at all of winning, but they insisted that the round must be played, not matter how humiliating it maybe for him. When it was over, as I was handed the trophy, the wager was unsealed and announced, and the crowd of members watching the presentation was stunned into silence. The impact of doubling the wager had brought the amount at risk to be more. ” Luc glanced over and saw a tall man speaking with the hosting couple. He was old - nearly sixty years in age - and looked every minute of it. His face sagged with age, his hair, still fully black, was nothing but a wisp that was combed over his age spotted skull. Though Luc had never actually met the man, he knew that Monsieur Rousseau was reputed to be a ruthless man in business, yet impeccably pious in the church. “My dear, you have my complete admiration.” “How so?” Luc swung her. Yet I still rushed to her aide when she stumbled (but I swear to god she has never faltered.) Over the years even Jester’s lose interest in knowing the future. Over the years even Jester’s gain knowledge in what is, and is not possible. Even Jester’s sometimes laugh. I am no clairvoyant, yet neither is the woman without a face. It does not hurt. Even fading memory of pains and aches that happened a million years ago. Time given- all wounds heal. Yet the mask is still there reminding me of what.