She lifted her hand; the picture lifted its hand. She closed one eye; the picture closed one eye. She touched her chin; the picture touched her chin."...n the name of the maker!" shouted Heather. She realized why the girl looked so familiar. She'd see her reflection when she'd bathe in the river but that was always distorted and hazy. Once a troop of soldiers had stopped in her village for supplies and stayed for several days. One of the older men had shown her how the inside of his shield could. The email had the details of how many men would be there “ We should be expecting 10 guys including me. He took her into what looked like her old school gymnasium, It had that familiar sports hall smell, as she glanced around looking at the wall bars and climbing frames then she noticed a double mattress on the floor as well as a blindfold and in the corner was Wooden Horse.He stripped her down to her thong and stockings and see-through blouse then blindfolded her. She asked what the blindfold. Nor did she feel especially inclined to smash any crockery. Several cups and plates had already been secretly destroyed on the basis of rather less conclusive evidence of her husband’s infidelity. In fact, Caitlin felt something rather akin to excitement in her anticipation of at last meeting her husband’s ex. Ken didn’t suspect a thing. Caitlin imagined he’d make the perfect foil in a movie about aliens masquerading as normal people. The only thing he did notice was Caitlin’s renewed. "Yes, I am!" I said with a bit of pride. "Wow, dude, I bet that's some good pussy," he smiled and sped up the pace on his dick. "I see her at the gym all the time and she is built! I bet she can fuck!" "She's an awesome fuck and she likes fucking all the time!" I answered. Philip turned and looked at the porn on the TV for awhile, jerking his cock. I did the same. I would catch Philip watching me stroke myself. He really didn't try to hide the fact that he was watching me. When I noticed him.