Com/blog-entry-127.html#moreMadoka part 2: metamorgirl.blog83.fc2.com/blog-entry-128.html#moreThe Curse of MadokaBy Dr. BeaubourgIn a way, Madoka's de...th was not her end. As if her spirit was whiskedaway, Madoka died alone in her home. Living in seclusion, her death wasrecognized by very few, aside from four boys, who would unknowingly carryon her legacy until the end of days.Madoka had always been an enigma to her neighbors. Living in rural Japan,she enjoyed the quiet of the countryside. She. It was wonderfully gut-wrenching, sexy and dangerous.I remember when Ceras and I discussed this particular fantasy. We were both bubbly and excited. We patted ourselves on the back for our open-mindedness. We have been married for twelve years, so confident in our marriage and our family that we could try anything. We could let go completely and have fun. In bed that night, we finally talked openly. Ceras was cuddled in my strong arms, her head on my chest, her right leg d****d across mine, our. I didn't know you knew Peter... Mr. Pearson," she added in response to my confused expression. "Actually, I'm surprised Carol introduced you." I only met him briefly, by accident. I don't think we were meant to be introduced," I said.Mrs. Pearson nodded, then turned to continue up the stairs."Did you say Carol?" I asked.Mrs. Pearson turned back to me. "Yes. You were living together, weren't you?" Of course," I said. "Forgive me. I thought you meant someone else."Mrs. Pearson regarded me. I kissed him back, but I wanted his dick. I hadnt got a taste of it when we were fucking before, but now I wanted it again. His hands ran over every part of my body that they could reach while I let myself down. Taking in that same smell, that smell unique to Peter. He moaned and told me to get it over with. I told him not yet and started kissing that monster dick. Fingering his asshole, I ran my tongue up and down that monstrous shaft, trying to imitate what he had done to me. Peter groaned.