George and Carol had used the time to work on their yard. Bushes had needed trimming; flowers were ready for planting, and winter debris needed to be ...emoved. All that remained after two days of hard work was mowing the lawn. That could be done the following day which was predicted to be yet another beautiful day. Exhausted after a day of hard work, they went inside and Carol made a salad while George took some steaks out to the grill. They ate mostly in silence, then settled in; Carol reading. As I watch on, I’m wanking frantically now too. Don’t know if it’s the occasion, the alcohol or simply watching my own father committing adultery in front of my very eyes, and with a woman more my age than his, but I’m incredibly turned on. They are both in the full throes of passion now, enjoying each other in lustful, greedy, dirty, meaningless sex, fucking just because they can, and they want to, without a thought of the consequences for their loved ones. This thought probably shouldn’t turn. She shuddered as its smooth length passed over her breasts, hardening her nipples and sending a fresh rush of warmth and liquid to where her hand slowly fidgeted beneath the serpentine mass. When it was close enough to her face, she reached out her tongue to lick it, feel the smooth, phallic muscles ripple beneath her tongue. She continued to run her tongue along it and gently wiggle just the one finger beneath the folds of scales and bone. She thought she ought to stay stiller, so as not to. If Jaux was born how she looked now, the statue might even have been ofher mother."W-who are you?" Jaux nervously asked as she gazed into the eyes of thestatue.Everything suddenly went dark. All Jaux could see was the color of black.She tried to turn off her magical vision, but even when her eyesightshifted back to normal the darkness did not fade away.Then the darkness started to melt away by itself like fading fog. Jauxfound herself standing alone on an endless field of black ankle-deepmist..