Her given name was Honey. With that name her Momma was close but no cigar. She should have named her Horny. Honey was ten years younger than Harriett,...that made her twenty years younger than Doc. Harriett figured that was just enough difference that they could keep each others pipes cleaned and tuned like a fine organ. Oh, and like one of them big old church organ, Honey could blow real good and make sweet music. It was her favorite past time except for plain old fucking.Harriett began. The redness had faded, the scabs, still present, no longer looked fragile enough to crack open at the slightest movement. Ever so gently, Dante ran his thumb down the scab line. He leaned in closer, even more gently, he planted a kiss on the healing wound. Angel shivered, feeling his breath roll across the tender skin of her pubic area. Dante had given her another gentle kiss before pulling away from her, and helping her back into her shorts. Come on, get your shoes on. Angel looked up at Dante. Nobody, either before or after Ykir, had shown the slightest ability to control the Ether beyond the now-standard ways.When put that way, Barrachus thought, it almost made sense. It had to happen again sooner or later. What puzzled him was the fact that the Seers had not been able to predict his coming. Or had they? He nearly missed a step as a chill ran down the old man's spine.What if they did know, and for reasons of jealousy or fear, or who knew what else, (Seers were an odd sort, not. It was a very big long thick thing, I couldn't believe it can enter her body but it was dissappearing inside her slowly. Eventually it completely dissappeared in her. I saw she took it till it's root and I could see only his big balls. In the meanwhile I could understand it is difficult for her but although everything was inside her, she couldn't move. She was breathing deep and trying to get used to the guest in her pussy. And she started to move finally. Then she started to move up and down..