I wonder what the fuss is all about. Fucking my mother was the most beautiful and rewarding experience in my whole life.Here is fantasy number two.My ...other and I have been lovers for four years. We are celebrating the anniversary of four years of bliss. At dinner we have filet mignon and caviar and the best champagne. My mother is dressed in an evening gown which is black and strapless. Her white, smooth skin shines blemishless. She wears no panties or bra. Just black nylon stockings and. I ordered a glass of Cabernet."Dad, why don't you order a bottle, we could all share?" Amy asked. At home, we often let the girls drink a glass of wine with dinner."Okay." I told the waiter to make it a bottle with three glasses.He brought the wine as we were looking at the menu. I tasted it and gave my approval and he poured us each a glass. We ordered and then the girls excitedly told me of their mall exploring as we sipped the wine. The wine went down quicker than I expected, and we were. John started pounding her face and throat onto his dick, using her hair to yank her head back and forth on his shaft. She made choking noises as her throat jerked his dick off. John loved the soft but firm feeling of fucking a girls throat and her mouth was well lubricated with spit since she had been getting throat-fucked for hours within stopping. Spit started flying out of her mouth and the roughness of his fucking made her wake up and start choking again."Fuck yea, swallow this cum bitch.". That really didn’t matter. What did matter was that we finally found something that pointed us towards whoever had fired the shot the day before. We came upon their kill.It was a medium size doe. Whoever had shot it had only taken part of it. They hadn’t even dressed the animal out. They’d just lobbed off the hind leg, leaving the rest to be picked over by scavengers. To my two companions it was a waste of good meat and a skin.I cast about while Sygor and Tonko stood watch. I found the hunter’s.