No... our focus was this sad excuse for a creature. Standing an arms reach below the hero, Prince Ribbiton Croaksworth, of the far kingdom of Swamplan....... yes, I know, they weren't very inventive when they named it. This squat creature, dressed in royal finery, and a silly crown is our focus. With a pudgy body, and long limbs, and a distinctly frog like face, the only remarkable thing about him was the heavy crown he wore on his head.In truth, Prince Ribbiton was a Boggart, one of the few demi. I could smell her pussy musk as she pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt and shorts dropping them to the floor. She stroked my cock though my briefs and said " I hope that wet spot is because you're happy to see me." I told her "yes and so was my now hard cock." She pulled my briefs down and said "Vicky was right. Your cock is perfectly sized and you don't mind if I see if it fits in my mouth, do you?" She dropped to her knees and proceeded to suck my pre-cum moaning as she did so and said. After a few minutes we again heard a noise in the wood but I didn't think much of it as I figured the same deer again so just kept fucking Ann, I felt I was about to cum and told her so and as I planned I shot my cum deep into her cunt. As I finished up and pulled out I looked up to see 4 sets of eyes staring at us and they weren't deer. There were four guys watching us and they had their cocks out and were stroking them. I was still extremely horny as was Ann, I still had my cock in her cunt.. There was a plush sleeping bag. The windows were tinted. It wasn't until weeks after he broke it off that she realized he had prepared for her, or for someone."Are you all right? I mean physically?" Judith was still there."I don't feel very well."Not Saturday night at the party, but six years earlier, Margaret had felt impelled, excited, scared, unspeakably high. John Boehler and she had French kissed, and he had squeezed her breasts through her dress. He'd unbuttoned the dress, pulled her bra.