I thought if I moved even an inch, my heart would explode and I would be no more. Jake awoke with a start. He was still laying his head on Ryan’s c...est, but could feel that same buzzing from the dream. But it was in his head… actually, his ear. Jake lifted his head and looked at Ryan’s chest. The steady thud, thud, thud had turned into a faster, more irregular beat. “Ryan!!” Jake yelled. “Jake.” Ryan grunted, waking out of what seemed to be a painful half slumber. “My chest feels tight. Is. "At least run over the fat pig faced one's legs. I wanna hear him cry like a baby." Naw, I better not, Babe. I ain't got any insurance. Besides, he's a Baptist preacher and I hear it's seven years bad luck to run over one of them." I smiled at her enthusiasm and pulled around the ones in front of us and stopped at the back door.We got out and the nutty preacher's nuttier wife came running up to us and yelled about how she hoped Emily would have a miscarriage. Brenda came running up and decked. Then Mistress removes my pants, I had gotten pretty hard and my penis was pointing down at an angle so when my pants were removed it twanged up towards my belly button, seeing this Mistress said “wow that is a big cock" I don’t like to boast but it was a lovely compliment. When I was securely attached mistress leaves the room, she returns shortly with a garter belt and if you haven’t already guessed a pair of stocking. Hmm I wonder who these are for? She first put the garter on me then asked me. For the first time in ages as she,d taken a shower before coming to bed she,d dispensed with her knickers so only wore the top half of nightie so when I began to work my right hand over her thigh she did not resist, but instead turned over on her back and spread her legs wide like she used to do. When I gently worked my fingers into the soft folds of her furry puss I was pleasantly surprised to discover she could still produce lubricating juices though no where near as profuse as they once.