As good as possible she cleaned her thighs with some hay, but it was scratchy at her cunt. So she put on her panties and hoped for the best.A moment l...ter she was aware of the stream of cum drenching them. Her pants wouldn’t be tight, but hopefully the would prevent the cum from leaking down her legs until she would be at home. She dressed and headed home. She hadn’t made it half way home, when she felt the sticky wetness between her thighs and then almost at her knees.She plucked some grass. Maybe we better hang up now." "Please don’t hang up mom," he pleaded. "I want to talk to you… to hear you while I… while I use the panties you left for me to jerk off." "But Baby, we just talked about this. I don’t know if this is right," I tried to regain some sort of control of the situation, but even I was sounding very unconvincing even to myself as I let out small moans. "Please mom! Do you know the effect of what your panties have on me right now, don’t you?" he asked while begging to. WHAP! You little fag you. You want to act like a girl, you'll get treated like one. She picked me up by the arm pits and threw onto the bed face first. She grabbed my legs and positoned them on the floor. My ass was high in the air. She pushed my skirt up and grabbed my panites, "You wanna suck cock well now your gonna get fucked." She tore my panties off and slapped my ass WHAP! "Yes, fuck me My Goddess." The bartender hitched up her shiny leather skirt, there was a humongous bulge. If she took too much time to stop and think about what she was doing then she would never be able to finish it. Thinking was dangerous. As she canceled out ward she’d made using a circle of stones around her chosen campsite and dismissed the tent that she’d conjured, Lyana put out ‘feelers’ with her senses, looking for the rest of the troop that had visited her village. One of them was nearby, in a town. The rest of them, their numbers dwindled down to no more than fifteen. The idea of more.