And well, with Timmy with her, she wasn't too afraid of being attacked. If anyone would dare to try something with her, Timmy would probably take a ch...nk out of their asses.Once inside the forest, Sandra noticed the temperature dropped a little. However, it was still enjoyable. She followed the shortest trail, and it crisscrossed through the forest. It was exiting for Sandra, because she never knew what was around the next corner. Again, she was surprised by herself when she noticed how. My mind reeled backwards through all that I had seen, all that I had collected. For some reason, what struck in my mind was not proof on how to whether flying machines could work, or anything of the sort. Instead, all that came to mind was the memory of finding Bessie Toonie’s boot. That long ago quest, seeming so quaint and minor compared to the weighty orbits that I had entered, echoed in my mind ... and then the reason why struck me with the force of an almighty explosion. I snapped my. Panic started to set in as I could feel my heart racing. I will be dinner for Jeff. I was going to die for my fantasy. I tried to move but the ropes were not letting me move at all. My breasts were sliding around my chest as I was side ways and now they were reaching for the fire. The spit was not turning real fast, maybe once a minute. It was just warm, not real hot at this point but I could feel it getting hotter. The heat stopped my shivering and really felt good. It was kind of like. I look up at him and know that I am in for the night of my life. He strokes his cock as he looks me up and down, and I have no idea what he’s going to do first. Eventually, he unzips my boots, slides them off, and starts working is way up to my shorts. The college kid comes around a bit, and asks what the fuck is going on. I know better than to say anything, and my husband yells for him to shut the fuck up. Before I know it my shorts are off, and my juicy cunt is exposed for my husband and this.