Reflecting back I feel that the incompatibility was perhaps caused by a mismatched rhythm during intercourse... but the truth is it did not matter... ...he cerebral build up was more than half of the fun... we would sit for hours porn browsing... reading the comments on our posted photos and checking the people that left them... we enjoyed seeing their naked photos and decide how fuckable they were. discussing whether we had the courage to engaged in naughty adventures really fucked with our. We were just talking about our relationship history-”“Short topic with you.” I winked at her, trying to keep levity in the situation.Molly glared at me, albeit playfully, and continued. “He was talking so clinically and honestly about how he likes to sleep around, so I asked him what his kill count was.”“Wow. Didn’t expect you to use a phrase like ‘kill count.’” I pointed out.“Well, how else do you phrase it? I was just curious about how many he slept with. It was kind of fascinating to me. So. It was fun for all. I wanted a rest but these two horn dogs were not so I told them I wanted to watch them for awhile. They were happy to oblige and I watched as they sucked one another's cocks and balls, fuck each other in the ass and in the end jerk off in each other's mouth. This was still not over. These two were still ready for more with me and dragged me from the chair to the bed. It started to get a little rough but I didn't stop them as long as I could handle it. Mark threw me into the. The harpies were literally blasted to pieces, and that ended the fight. That was also when we saw the remains of a child that had been with the woman. Mom gasped and said, “I know that woman. That’s Hester Owens and her son Greg. Oh, dear Lord, what a horrible fate.” At that point, Mom began to cry in sympathy for her friend.I couldn’t blame Mom for crying. There was a terrible feeling of sadness and desolation all around those dead harpies. Suddenly, the bodies of the harpies that had been.