Lola ran ahead and stopped by the gate.“This is where my friend Paul the pig lives. He often comes comes over to my fence for a chat. The pigs have ... fence at the top end which borders onto the Carpenters’ fields, where they are currently growing Brussels sprouts for Christmas.”“What’s Christmas?” asked Tarquin.“It is when all the farm workers have the day off, they talked about it all the time in the barn,” Tina added.“An’ I know when it is,” Lola said, “I heard the shepherd’s sons talkin’. I need more.”“Sophia,” a second Angela shouted.Out of the corner of my eye, the entire party raced forward, the real Angela at the lead, her flaming hair flowing behind her. She looked so beautiful in her chainmail loincloth and half-breast plate cupping her big tits.“Ohh, such sweet juices. I'm so close to my orgasm,” ooze-Angela moaned.I shuddered, moaning into the kiss. I humped against her. The ooze held me. Spreading my thighs apart. Fleshy tentacles wrapped about my thighs, caressing. He started bucking his hips and groaning so loud I know anyone in the hall or next room could hear him. Anne gagged a little so I knew he had shot some in her mouth. She then pulled his dick out and pumped it and he shot a stream up to his chest before she could get it back in her mouth. She was moaning as loud as Mark at this point which was amazing.I was a spectator while this was going on but did not mind at all. After Mark settled down Anne still had his dick in her mouth. He was about half. Obviously,deciding that she meant no harm, it settled back down.Clean and now with a small cup of redberry tea in hand, Aislin felt morelike herself than she had in the last few days. Her journey appeared tobe coming to an end and whatever fate had in mind for her lay down theenchanted road.After cleaning up her campsite, as the sun broke over the horizon thenext day, Aislin thanked the ancient swamp for the company during herjourney. A strange thing to do perhaps but she felt that it.