Hebegan to wonder when she would change him back, while part of him naggedthat it might be an if. Eddie tried to back away from the room, butFrancesca... asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Downstairs, I'm going to watch the game." Oh, no you're not." I'm not?" No. You've got a big day tomorrow. You need to get your rest." It's 8 p.m.!" Yes, and you're 5 years old. That's a responsible bed time for someoneyour age. I mean what kind of mother would..." I'm not 5! Drop this stupid act. I'm. "Of course, Please come in and be welcome." After she stepped inside I shut and dogged the hatch. She wrapped her arms around me and shivered. Lord, she was cold! I put my arms around her a long, uncontested while, gave her a squeeze and said "You're freezing! Let's get something warm inside you."I took her by the hand and led her to the galley where there was always a pot of hot water simmering away. "Tea, coffee, hot lemonade, hot chocolate or a hot buttered rum?" She looked at me hopefully.. Suddenly all the pieces fit together and she realized what was happening. The Latin chant was the Requiem Nuptialis, the wedding for the dead! The rocking sensation was caused by the slow measured steps of the six black gowned pallbearers who were carrying her in her casket out of the church and then to the cemetery for burial! She wanted to cry out, but no sound came. She struggled to raise her arms, to push open the casket, but they remained folded on her chest like lead weights. The music. Her violated snatch was generously filled with rich, warm spurts of tom’s sticky seed. She felt like a pig and an angel at the same time. She was a goddess, bequeathing joy to a worshipper and at the same time an abject slave to this lovable barbarian who took and took and took! She finally found her voice even as he was gasping from the power of his prolonged ejaculation. He croaked, “That was so fucking marvelous! Do you want to play some more, you little minx?” Tammy giggled, “What is a.