"I've got to find someone to fuck Sally; she's practically suicidal." "Why don't you ask Jane's brother, Peter," Anne-Marie mused."Good idea, but why ...idn't any of you try him?" I asked in puzzlement."He's a bit weird. You must have heard the rumour he screwed his sister Jane?" "No, God, there must be someone?" I let out in frustration."There is one available cock I know of, which she really wants," teased Anne-Marie."Oh Yeah, whose is that?" Yours!" I had never talked that much to Janes'. .I reached over and pulled the top drawer on my bedside table open, stillwith my fingers inside me...It was then, that I heard a knock at the door.Quickly letting down my dress and pulling my stockings back up, I walkedout to the door, a little annoyed at having my fun interrupted.I opened the door and saw a tall, dark, fit, and handsome strangerstanding there. He was a bit Spanish looking, or maybe Italian. “Goodevening” he said... “May I use your bathroom?”. I hadn’t ever had anyonecome to my. He had her moaning louder than ever, and he was licking and slurping like crazy. I lost count how many times she came. At this point I really wanted to eat his wife’s pussy so we got into the '69' position. I began to eat and finger her at the same time. It was so fucking hot. Her pussy tasted so sweet. It was that beautiful pink color, and I loved it. After awhile I looked over and saw my wife was sucking his dick. His dick was so big she couldn’t get all of it inside her mouth. He was fucking. ”“I can walk,” Rhys growled, slapping her hand away. Unsteadily, he made his way up the soggy road until he could see the crosses clearly. Two bodies had been nailed to them, gutted from the crotch to the chin. And both had wooden signs nailed to their faces.It took Rhys some time until he could identify them. On the left cross, barely recognizable thanks to dozens of deep sword cuts and a missing arm, hung Daffyd. The remnants of his once proud beard gave him away. His sign read.