Woody Woodpecker was up to the task at hand (no pun intended). It was just after entering the tight sheath of my wife’... tight pussy that we both noticed something was different or should I say, felt. As I was buried balls deep, my cock was growing, I can’t explain it but we both felt it was growing in Length and in its Circumference, I was just about to pull out but Renee stopped me and whispered in my ear, “Leave it in, let’s see what happens”. . Sharon said, “Wow! That’s cool.”Misty grinned. “Actually, your dad is pretty hot.”She leaned to me and we kissed.Sharon and Dave were quiet. I continued my research with Misty’s help and under Dave and Sharon’s continuing observation.What I found wasn’t comforting but also wasn’t very definite either. No one who had the information or experience really would predict what more, if more, might occur. There seemed to be agreement that the level of eruptions wouldn’t slow down very soon.That led me. I finally reached the jar. I wanted to open it. I needed to open it to see what was inside even though my conscience was telling me to leave it alone. Something evil lurked within the onyx pottery. ‘You are the Harbinger,’ the man said. ‘It is your destiny.’ The need devoured me on the inside. The fact that I didn’t have a key meant nothing. If I could just touch the amphora the storm inside me would lessen. Yet when I was about to try and pry the lid a hand pressed hard and fast against mine.. ” I placed Rene’s (my aunt) old suitcase next to the lounge in her front lounge room. The same room where our first sexual encounter had transpired. Those memories were still fresh and vivid in my mind. “I wonder if Daph reflects on them as she wanders about her home?” I quietly pondered. I followed her into her kitchen as she busied herself making the tea. We chattered about various nondescript topics when there came a noise from the front door. “That will be my…,” Daph stopped herself.