-AnonMan.This story can be reproduced as long as it's in its entirety and withcorrect authorship. If you're under 18, or don't like explicit fiction,...then don't read this.----------------------------------------------Tara wants Dana to go to a tween concert but he's too self-conscious togo. Tara finds a solution that puts them both on journeys with life-changing consequences.---------------------------------------------------Three Days - by AnonManMy wife Tara and I had been married for. Oh lord im thinking, I begin to stand up he turns me around lifts my right leg I brace using the toilet seat leaning forward he lifts my dress to find I dont have knickers on, he laughs stating oh yea, you are a fucking slut.... he lifts his giant cock towards my opening an begins to nudge at my pussy, Im already dripping wet but considering his size im glad he's taking it slow, He's huge I can feel my pussy stretch to its fullest around his thick member slowly he pumps in and out each time. "I doubt Old Dooley cares at this point." It don't matter about Dooley," James proclaimed. "It don't matter at all. A wake is not a wake wit' out a stiff. It's always dat way. I bin to hundreds of 'em, Boy-o, and I never bin t' one wit' out a corpse laid out in its finest attire."Well, 'tis somethin' new, I got to admit," Mike conceded."An where do ye think Ol' Dooley is now?" James demanded. "Shoved off in some refrig'rater, cold as ice, when 'e could be out, injoyin' his wake wit' his. "All right. Fine. You are a powerful magic user. But you still need to use caution! As your ruler, I am commanding you to maintain a proper guard when you leave the palace, from this time forward. A poisoned dart does not respect magic. While your draconic magic protects against many things, nothing protects against magically enhanced poisoned weapons. Do you understand me?" Mirwanna said icily, tacitly referring to the fact that while the knife thrown into my back by the assassin was magicked,.