" I said.Tammy lifted my legs up to her shoulders and she slid her 6 inch clittyinto my pussy."God, honey, that feels so good, fuck me, Tammy, fuck me...good."Tammy didn't hesitate to jam her meat into my pussy. She leaned her bodyforward, and her B cupped breasts were dangling right above my head. Idon't know if I was coming close to an orgasm or was it the stream, myvision seems to be not as good as normal. Tammy's breasts seemed to bebigger than usual. I got a hold of one of her breasts, and I. He withdrew and showed his cock with no blood on it. Mother bowed her head and then stripped off her gown. She went to her hands and knees facing away from the crowd. She said them she wanted the ax." At that, Sylvie gasped again. "The ax was brought out by its wielder. He was almost as tall as you, Lem, but heavier to swing such a heavy tool. He straddled her facing the crowd and raised his ax above his head. I had to give the command and, crying, I told him to strike. He swung the ax down. We put a blanket down and shared some sexy small talk while sharing some wine coolers I brought. She was a BBW type, and had a loose top on with a bra. Nothing too revealing. I was wearing jeans shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear. On our chats we had discussed that i liked to watch and show. She particularly reminded me that I had said I liked to taste my precum. This triggered me to take off my shirt and it was pretty clear that my low riding shorts were bulging a bit. As I leaned back, I. I noticed her becoming more flirtatious; returning smiles from other men, that sort of thing. She had also started to wear skirts and dresses with a shorter hemline. It was all unsettling for me. I knew that other men had gone through similar phases. One writer had written that it was like being caught up in a vortex. I too was spinning out of control and getting caught up with events spinning around me. I was helplessly at the mercy of some force that I was powerless against. That spinning.