And than right on the brink she stopped. She looked up at me, a line of spit from my cock to her mouth, “You want to cum in my mouth, or you want th... pussy, you tell me.”“The pussy.” She stood and I cupped my hand under her ass. I gave it a squeeze and a spank. She turned to show me her ass and in profile her tits were irresistible. I spooned up behind her, one breast in each hand. Firm, fake, but shaped and sized to perfectly complete her hourglass figure. And that fucking skin, buttery, I. The boys would come. The shopping with her friends. I dreaded the day she decided I was the stupidest person on the planet. Until that day, I cherished every day with my Jess. Someone must have d**gged our food. One moment we were laughing and giggling together. The next, I was waking up, gradually becoming aware. I was tied up, tied to someone else. Blindfolded. The person I was tied to was stirring. "Who is that?" I asked. Gradually I also became aware I was nude. The person I was tied. After a passionate session, they talked while waiting for Ed to recuperate and become hard again.Cynthia realized that she was falling in love with this man. Less and less her desire to return home became important to her. She didn't know if she was content being his lover or if it suddenly dawned on her that she was happy for the first time in her life. She found him to be well learned in many aspects of life. She also felt that being stranded here on this isolated so-called farm might be the. I came to a fast running creek and stopped to soak my foot for a bit as the wind shifted to move the fire away from my path. My foot was purple and bloated, and my toes looked like toadstools. I discarded my boots and moved on. The cottage I found was the home of two women, sisters, who took me in despite their obvious misgivings. They fed me, cleaned and sewed up my shoulder wound and looked at my grotesque foot in wonder. I slept fitfully and woke wondering if my right foot was going to.