For it is he, the God of smiths, metal workers and the rest who resides next door. Of course some things are no longer as they once were. Twenty bello...s would make an almighty racket in a quiet suburb, so instead Heph (as his friends affectionately call the old curmudgeon) has installed a sub-station at the bottom of his garden craftily disguised as an outhouse. The Nymphs keep trying to make him go green, but even if he was granted planning permission for a wind turbine, installing such a. Sherri laid back on the table and Tony put the hot wax, a little too hot, on her pubic hairs. But he had another surprise for her, she would be pulling them off herself in the front seat of the car as they drove. Tony worked hard to pull beside trucks that would have a great view as Sherri yanked the hairs off of her cunt. Sherri was naked from the waist down, sitting spread eagle with her feet on the dash. With the pain, swelling, and arousal from the suppository, the added pain of yanking. Now, I was jerking off a man that I had never met before, as he played with my breasts, and was now rubbing my pussy thru my soaking wet panties. My husband was now sitting next to Jim on the couch, and had removed all of his clothing. I could tell he was enjoying himself by the size of his erection. I have to admit that I did find this all very erotic, especially, with my hubby sitting there watching me jerk off this stranger. My hubby was now standing beside me as I kneeled there jerking Jim. Hell, I wish that I could go to sleep and have this all be a dream.I removed my backpack and my katana before I went about the grisly task of gathering up the dead. I piled them up next to a compost pile away from both the house and the barn. It was getting close to sunset when I found the well. I pumped a couple of buckets of water to wash up with; the stink of the dead was getting to me. I was dragging at this point but figured that the horses needed to be unsaddled before I crashed. I pumped.