“Well it’s three bets, actually,” he chuckled. I sipped my wine, and lit another cigarette, blowing smoke in Ian’s direction.“Number one,”...he looked at Martin, who was grinning like a five-year-old, “stockings or tights? Now I knew what they were upto. “How much is at stake?” I asked, “£10”“£10, that’s all you think I’m worth”.“Come on, stockings or tights?”I love the effect that stockings have on men, so I slowly raised the hem of my dress, stopping at the top of the nylon, then whipped it up. I placed several vehicles on the side of the road and right-sided others. I sighed in relief as some people began cheering and clapping up to me. I think I earned their trust.Several ambulances were screeching down toward me, so I stepped over the lanes of cars, placing my feet firmly in the grassy median between all eight lanes and pointed my body in the direction of downtown. SORRY FOR THE WRECK, PEOPLE. I HAVE TO LEAVE AND DO SOME SHOPPING.BY THE WAY, MY NAME IS PRISHA. I blew a kiss down to. . now."And I did. I slammed down on the rubber cock, plowing the head across myprostate, and my clitty spasmed and started to pump out roapes of cum. "Oh,oh . . . ahhhhhh cum-m-m-m-minnggg! OhGOD, YESSSSSSS!" My voice pitched uphigh into a near shriek. I just sat there, the dildo burried inside me asmy cunt spasmed around it and my thighs trembled. I could feel each pulsetravel up my shaft and shoot out.Suddenly I felt hot spurts of semen splatter against my face. My eyesopened and watched as. He was about to excuse himself and leave when he finally noticed the Elder was staring at Tarras' feet.Or more specifically, his shoes.Tarras remembered the Elder who gave the blessing after the planting, and how he had removed his sandals before traversing the field. He now noticed the heady smell of fresh soil which lay spread over the floor of the shack."Forgive my insult, Elder," said Tarras in as solemn a voice as he could muster. He shed his shoes and stepped upon the fresh earth. As he.