There were well over a million women in the colony now and only one was chosen at each festival. With odds of one million to one, no woman actually th...ught that they would ever be The Chosen One... but every four years, as the festival approached, every woman prepared herself, just in case.Olivia had properly prepared herself. There was no hair on her body below her neck. She had given herself seven enemas, the last two with olive oil so that she was totally clean and permanently lubricated. Looking into the face of my pretty girlfriend I relax my hips. Her relaxed pussy accepts half my dick. She smiles a sleepy smile as I withdraw. Holding this position for my audience’s benefit. I wait!Very faintly I can just hear a whisper that I’m not supposed to hear, “Go on…. Fuck her….I’m nearly there. Oh Fuck.” As if on her command I drop my hips and thrust deep into Vicky’s pussy. The force causes her pussy to clamp hard on my dick. That doesn’t stop me fucking her.Roughly I take Vicky;. And you couldn’t do it anyway, Dear. It’s your life.” Terry appeared in the doorway, one hand holding a round tray with a doily and three glasses upended on it, and in the other a bottle of chilled white wine with the cork protruding. “Room service, Ma’am and Sir,” he said cheerily. He was wearing a short white apron, that didn’t hang quite smoothly over his penis. Isolde and George both laughed, and Isolde, said, “Oh look! A French maid!” They all three laughed then, and George said, “Get up. We were sitting there checking out all the information that came with the cabbage patch doll, 'Karri', when my sister burst into the room."Hi! We came to get Lisa! Did you have a good time? Hi Donna. Hi Janet. What did you do? Did you go a lot of places? I had a slumber party too! We ate popcorn and played games and set our hair, Mom even helped us all do our nails. See? So tell me already how was the weekend?" Janet said in what seemed to be one breath!"Hi Janet. Yes we had a good time. We.