Melanie was a mother and a wife. Her love for everyone was greater than I could ever imagine. To my mother, I bid adieu. With love, I bid farewell.’...Nina dropped to a kneel beside her mother, face buried in her hands. A man proceeded down the aisle, face grave, shoulders proud. He carried another red candle, pinching the base of it in two fingers, twisting the candle so the melted droplets would not touch him. He stared straight ahead, his left hand tucked in his pocket. ‘Melanie was my wife,’. As I told my story Sally Anne squirmedin her seat and I suspected that she had her duo balls in hervagina and was enjoying the sensation of their movement toaccompany the thrill of hearing my story.After we had eaten the starter and were waiting for the maincourse I could wait no longer and asked her what lingerie she hadon.She lifted her skirt a little and showed me the petticoat whichwas the pink petticoat we had bought on our last weekend away andI had worn. It felt very sexy seeing her. And then came the darkness. My bones were ejected and once more I was thrown into the dark sea. I changed once more. I woke to chaos. The sky was raining fire, colouring the sky ash with the occasional flashes of red adding to the hellish scene. In the distant horizon, I could see volcanoes erupting. Not one but a whole chain of them. Plumes of steam could be seen rising from the sea. As I gazed in both shock and awe, I could see the streams of bloody lava slowly coming this way. I wondered. Waiting for him to finish so she could escape.He kept ramming in hard, fast. Thrusting up into her with deep movements. Pushing himself as far inside her body as he could. Fucking her as hard as he was able. She dug her nails into the wood of the table. Biting her lip hard to stop from screaming and sobbing. Grunting with each hard thrust into her. Her body shaking under the repeated thrusts against her. His thighs slapping hard against hers as he took her.“Oh yes, that’s it slut. Take.