“Don’t panic, Ellen. I am going to block out all your senses for right now. All you are going to have is me talking to you through our link and th... Angries,” I explained. “Focus on feeling each of the connections to the animals, like you are hunting them or hunting someone that made them the equivalent of angry.”Yeah, like that would work.I tried for ten minutes before reaching out to the triplets. Five seconds later, Ellen could find each one. In a minute, she could identify what animal it. He noticed that with the exception of Mr. Hornsby, a writer of romantic poetry and himself; there were no other males remaining for the event. There were, however, 12 very inebriated and laughing females in various states of undress. They started by choosing sides which involved the women selecting either Mr. Hornsby or Mark as their contestant. Mark noticed that both Doreen and Terry were in his panel of 6 women and it made him more comfortable to have the familiarity of a couple of females he. Nice legs, too, mum" I gushed."So, you think your mother’s 'fine', huh?” she urged.“Mum?” I gulped. This was beginning to cross into the fantasy zone.“Come on, now. You’re a growing young man, I want to know if I have still ‘got’ it,” she continued. "Oh, you have definitely...." I answered with an accompanying nod. “Definitely got it!.” We laughed nervously together to ease the tension. But there was no denying her a definite physical reaction. Her nipples plumped up and jut out like little. He pounded her face. She choked and coughed. Tears began to run down her face. She gagged for air. Still he pounded away without mercy. He moaned as he face fucked the young beauty. She struggled to breath. Finally, as she thought she would pass out, the familiar taste of cum filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it as she knew she was expected to but it was to much. It spewed out of the corners of her mouth and down onto her nipples. He released his grip on her head and fell backwards barely.