”“There is?” I asked, staring at it hard. I drew my sword and poked at the gravel. My sword hit wood. “Gods damn, there is. How did you spot i....”“I think I’m seeing the subtle differences,” Mother said.That keen eyesight of her was becoming more and more necessary. I was glad she had it as the traps grew thicker the deeper we went into the labyrinth. And not just the javelin or pit traps. There were sprays of arrows that would hit all of us, blasts of fire that would roast us alive, and. I would meet them , bring photos of my wife , most of them very explicit and sorted through the applicants until I found guys with a fetish for good looking petite women who had heavy bushes . Long story short I would take my wife to a small out of the way biker bar where she wouldn't be recognized and would get her very drunk . We would dance until 2 a.m. , have a great time , sample herbs on the way home and then strip down and head to our bedroom . What she didn't realize while she was. He didn't want to m***** Sean! He wanted Sean to like it.It was so wrong but god dammit he wanted it so badly he ached.That night again he and Sean shared a bed and Danny lay awake torturing himself with his sadistic needs. Next to him Sean still slept the peaceful sleep of the young, his breathing soft and even. He was on his stomach facing away from Danny, hugging his pillow with his arms and one leg thrown up. He was sleeping in just briefs and Danny kept looking down at the curve of his. As she was doing that I was rubbing my prick against her cheeks. I slid my thick hard cock back into her mouth. I pushed it into her throat again. This time when she gagged I held it there. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she vomited. She looked at me with wearing with tears in her eyes. I spun her around leaving the ball gag out of her mouth and pressed my cock head against her 19-year-old lubricated booty hole. I pushed. I stopped once her shit ring accepted my cock head. She was.