'Now the other way, ' a voice cooed into her mind. 'Keep going, back and forth. And don't forget to move your feet. Otherwise, you're just going to ge... scratched with the same branches over and over.'After three agonizing, fearful steps, Timora discovered she wasn't in so much pain anymore. The hundreds of scratches and gouges covering her arms, legs, breasts and belly didn't seem to hurt as much as she thought. With a victorious grin, she forced her way through the thorny bushes and staggered. What was this woman doing to me, my mother aunts or grandmothers didn't have this effect on me? Now I was as hard as bone with this talk and the view I was being given."Yes, I get so far then they call it off and that is the last I see of them." I managed to say, but I had never told anyone else this, so why was I telling Myrtle?"Tom, all you had to do was contact them again and they would have rushed into your arms with legs open and knickers off. You are a woman's walking fantasy, all women. " Okay." Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me. "Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager victory. "Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement. I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was making her play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumped into our fifth game. "Hey," I said halfway through the game. "How come we never hooked up?" What?". Beatrice's eyes fluttered open in her current state of delicious high. Before her was a hugely swelled knob, throbbing in it's need. It was Thornton. He had unzipped and presented the full swell of his large cock to the 'kiss' of her perfectly pursed and satiated lips. He simply bumped the end of his fierce erection against the swell of them.Beatrice was filled with a sense of urgency, her large breasts still hung hugely below the holes in the table, her nipples still clipped sharply, now the.