Perhaps instead it would be just like lovemaking as it was with Maria, now gone from me forever. Tender and sweet, an afternoon of kisses and naked ca...esses, holding each other in bed for hours, long after the frenzies of copulation were a fading memory.But what I wished for more than anything, was that Sandra and I could instead create an encounter that was entirely new and all our own. Something different, better, sweeter even than what old memories could provide with me with. Something. “Thanks. Such a great hostess.” Dinner commenced with little need for ceremony. The conversation started off very casual, with Elizabeth initiating some basic topics. “So Lindsey, how long have you lived here?” “Most of my life. I love living here but it does get too quiet and lonely at times. What about you?” “Oh, I’ve lived in town about five years, since the company that owns the factory decided to send some of the execs and workers here. Me and a bunch of our friends and family followed. But I was too busy having a nice relaxing continuous orgasm. It was one of those things that, like a dream on the cusp of morning, you know you can stop at any time, but you are just enjoying way too much to bother. So I let it go on and on, thinking that I would stop just any time now, but somehow never getting around to it. After all, how often to you get fucked by a satyr? His stamina was nothing short of amazing. He didn't seem to even be trying to cum, he just was so lost in the act he. Much had bottled up inside me and I suddenly felt eager cut them up in little pieces.Mördaren no longer a simple sword but it felt like an extension of my own arm. I could somehow feel its very tip, its eagerness to drink blood, but then there was a scream like I never heard before. Uncle Hogun appeared on the kitchen door and seeing him in like a raging giant thunder across the room was a sight I would never forget. “You have hurt my wife! You have dared to hurt my wife. You will not see.