.fuck yeah proper nigga seed at last,' I yelled out in his ears.He just did his work silently apart from the cunt slurping his shaft and the noise of ...his balls slapping my ass, A sort of schluck, schluck, slap, slap, then intermingled with my orgasms, yelling out and occasional pfffiss as I squirted on his hard thrusting shaft. My legs were now held high, the heels dangerously poking the roof lining. My stockings, expensive pure silk, the ones Mick bought me for his golf club do were wrinkling. But alone we slide on nylonsUnable to relaxA lonesome, solitary army ofFictionmaniacsFor Gabe, I feel great sorrow.We left him all alone,Never wanting to believe that hisHead would be a combat zone.His hours, filled with panic.His heart wracked apart with guilt.An obsession turned religion,Imprisoned in lace and silk.He found a simple lasting peace,Not much of a climax.I wish to God instead he'd joinedThe FictionmaniacsAlice, lost in her WonderlandHas grown and she has shrunk.But the magic. He wasn't a Karaja but of a different tribe. He was of African heritage, coal black. He was about Debbie's height, slightly built as were nearly all of the jungle peoples. His hair was speckled with grey. He had a broad flat nose and a wide mouth. His hands were large for his stature and hardened by years of toil.Jack remembered when Debbie accepted this project she went in search for a guide and translator. A Brazilian outfitter suggested Hoopoe. They said he was elderly, in his mid-seventies. She introduces herself in a loud and confident Geordie accent.“Hello, I’m Gina Howey ... I’m a happily divorced, single parent, from Newcastle-upon-Tyne ... And - I’m 31-year-old today...”Before she can continue, we hear Sophia say, “Happy birthday” from just off camera, and note Gina giving her another quick smile and a “Cheers”, before continuing... “I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with a pig for years, but I’m o’wer nervous about doin’ it alone, like ... So I’m keen to try it with.