The others pulled her legs apart to better see and all looked intently at where the old hag was pointing. “There! There’s a mark!”Was it a bruis...? Was it just a bruise of my hips from our recent coupling? Mataoka did often bruise there when we cuddled. My heart fell. Was that truly the ‘witches mark’?“She is a married woman! To bear marks there is just a sign of her husband’s affections.” A tall lady walked confidently up the aisle. The crowd tittered, amused, and suddenly understanding as the. Soon I could feel my rising tide of cum searching for release, seeking the path that led out. I grunted like a wounded croc when my semen rose through my steely shaft and blasted off inside Helen, rope after oily rope. I gradually slowed my rhythm as I emptied, easing into a gentler groove.“Keep fucking!” Helen hissed.With the taut, blood-hard skin of my cock now less stressed, it slid easily in and out of Helen’s slimy bliss. Her hands clutched my ass and her groin smacked into me trying to. I said, “I think you need to massage your legs. I am damn sure your legs will get better”. She said, “But you know my condition. I can’t even bend properly. How will i massage?”.I said, “Then i will do it”. She became happy and said, “Really? I am so lucky to have such a caring neighbour like you”. I said, “Its Ok aunty. Seems like after this massage you will be able to start walking”. She surprised and said, “Really? Then do it”. I brought the oil and came back to her room. She was lying on. Today, he didn’t try to hold her against his chest so she couldn’t flap her wings, but just tucked the big hen under his arm, called to the chicks and walked on out of the cave.It was obvious that the chickens knew where they were going, because, in addition to Gertrude not offering to cause problems, the chicks hurried on ahead, fluttering their wings to add to their speed. Only Junior held back to walk beside Morales.At the fence, he pulled the gate open and tossed the hen in, the whole brood.