He eventually quit playing with my cock and as he concentrated on fucking me, I could hear his cock going in and out of me, as his body slapped agains... me. I wanted him to cum as his strokes became quicker and more deliberate, I tried my best to match his thrusts. It was hard to keep up and then all of a sudden, he pulled me close, pushing his cock deep in me. It hurt and I tried to pull away, but he held me close. I tried to keep moving like he wanted, but out of breath he said, No, don't. .." What? What is it?" That root..." What about it? It worked! I had never experienced orgasms like I did Saturday." What about Sunday?" Those, too. It's all because of your shaman's secret concoction." Are you sure?" Of course I'm sure. Its effects hadn't worn off." Maybe there was more." Like what?" Like a ... a psychological element to it." What do you mean? Ned -- the orgasms I experienced were beyond anything I've ever felt. They're beyond anything I ever expected to feel. They were beyond. Lyman with his broken leg.’ ‘Mr. Lyman’s broken leg? Why that was almost four years ago. You’ve been without heat for—?’ Connie was flabbergasted, but then she formed an even worse thought. ‘Mrs. Stapleton, when was the last time you ate?’ ‘I, uh, well, I don’t rightly know, Connie.’ No wonder she had fainted out there in the yard. How long had Betty been living in these conditions, Connie wondered. And just next door all of this time. It was then that Connie caught sight of the pictures on the. We need to go for it.” Sue looked at me, “Once in a lifetime,” she added. I was beginning to understand. “And we know what you are worried about,” smirked Sue, “So we will help minimise your potential embarrassment. If we go early we will probably have the beach to ourselves.” “Trust us it will be worth it,” Pat added conspiratorially. Pete and I looked at each other uncomfortably but reluctantly agreed. The girls looked at each other. “Time for bed?” asked Sue. “Ooh yes,” agreed Pat in her.