I smiled as I picked up a wood knife. Cutting into the wood was like slicing into butter. I murmured and an image appeared to one side that I kept loo...ing at. Slowly the tiny centaur appeared and seemed to take life. When I finished he stamped his hooves and looked around. I smiled as I used a finger to add color.I used a tanned mouse pelt to make a belt and a vest. I made a quiver, a bow and arrows and then a sheath for a short sword. I used the handle of a spoon to make the sword before I. You’ll soon love it. We’ve double-penetrated womenbefore, and they’ve always loved it.” I was then riding back and forth on Chester’s cock, and Calvinpressed his cock against my asshole at the bottom of each stroke. He finally pushed his cock into myasshole and it did hurt for a few seconds until that big cock head popped inside of my sphincter. Heheld himself above us and got into a rhythm where he was pushing into my ass when Chester waspulling out of my pussy. It was amazing feeling those. "Do you love either of us any more than the other?"I thought for a second and knew my heart. "No, that is the problem. I love you both the same, but for different things."Sarah sighed and began to speak but stopped herself."How is Bree?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I knew she was struggling to tell me it was over."I calmed her down before coming over here. She thinks you are quite the asshole for what you did. I told her it wasn't all your fault." But it was," I said."No it wasn't". She’ll either take to it, or be permanently scarred.“You want ME up there?” she squealed as we were boarding.“Yes. You don’t HAVE to. I fly this thing by myself a bit. Thought you might...”Squeal! “I WANT to!”So, okay, there’s a bit of data.Sometimes I miss the juddering, stuttering starts of the engines on Songbird, our old Cessna twin. Lotte’s just so sedate and businesslike. “Like a Swiss accountant,” Mister Bjorn had said during a conversation about our upcoming adventure.Atlanta’s main.