She lowered herself towards his lap – big tits all up in his face. He slid his hands up her thighs to her hips.She reached behind herself awkwardly ...nd took hold of his erection. She arched her back, wriggled her hips a bit, got his prick into position and lowered herself more. She hesitated.“Ready?” She said. She inhaled and, exhaling slowly, she lowered herself down onto him. She took her time. She winced once. Tensing. She breathed in deep, wriggled her hips to readjust and, exhaling again,. The voice on the other end said "Sean, This is your sister-in-law Marie," I'm sure she added the sister-in-law part to make me feel like I had to help her like she was family as my late wife had always done.I responded to her "WOW I haven't heard from in ages. When would it have been? OH at your sister's funeral almost 2 years ago" There was silence on the other end for a bit and I was hoping she would just hang up. No such luck. She finally responded with "I'm sorry Jim and I haven't stayed in. You weren't alone, and you were no longersafely tucked away in the tree's branches. A strange creature was peering at you from one of the nearby trees, with others not far from the pair of you."Orcs!" you shouted out, recognizing them by their description. "The man-flesh awakes! But is it a tark? Or a strawhead?" their leader hissed at the others.Its companions looked at you with a hint of fear, but mostly with cruel intentions. The words rang familiar to you.You were in the world Tolkien came. Matthew and Patenaude discussed the fate of two women hanging in the barn-like they were livestock. Their ample well-whipped buttocks were still dripping with sweat from a long beating.“Don’t get worked up, Matthew. Finish your work and offer it to God in appeasement of his rightful wrath that is crushing because of the crimes of these two women,” Patenaude demanded with stern condemnation in his voice. He heard the sisters were brazen hussies with no morals from many of the jealous wives in.