"Cindy? Cindy Clark? Is that you?" I looked at his face, and remembered it was Stan, the teacher from the western part of Illinois, That I had met whe... Bonnie and I had gone to Las Vegas, for that conference. I said "STAN? My God, what has it been? 6 years?" I was flabbergasted at seeing him again, and almost immediately my mind went back to Vegas, and the feel of that foot long cock, and my pussy tingled and got wet. I stammered I was sorry for bumping into him, and mumbled about needing to. As Greg stumbled into the store and up toward the counter he felt achilly gust, as if some one had opened a window on a blustery day. Onhis way toward the counter he felt as though something was differentabout his walking, but just figured it was from being thrown into thestore. When he reached the counter he thought it seemed taller than itshould have, before he could ponder why the woman behind the counterturned around, "Hello, welcome to The Guy's Store, how may I help youtoday?" Ummm.... So, yeah, this was bad. Even worse, it had been two weeks since the last time we fucked..."YES! FUCKING YES, BABY! YES! I'M ALMOST THERE!" I was riding Chris hard, grinding my hips into his, spreading my eager thighs more, heedless of the fact that we were fucking in a field fifty yards from my house. I could literally see our side door. I felt the orgasm uncurling deep within me, way up by my G Spot... this was so rare. I shut my eyes and grabbed his ass, yanking him closer, deeper. I pulled. The old druid at his side gripped his staff as he knew what was coming. The rear of the procession was brought up by two drummers beating a steady rhythm. As Gregorio watched the youngish woman being tied to the stake, the people dancing around as the drummers started to beat a faster rhythm while the druids chanted louder.“The Wyvern will be here soon, My Lord Arthur.” The old druid whispered to Gregorio as the civilians started to leave, the lead druid anointed the captive woman with an oil.