Pinkers propped Jane's surprisingly light body against the Oak tree and unbuttoned his flies, the old John Thomas was in flaccid mode and he struggled... to aim the stream of piss at her face, but with a supreme effort soon the stinking yellow beer laden urine was washing her aged visage.Suddenly Pinkers saw to his astonishment that the grey hair was turning Gold, and the pallor and wrinkles vanishing, she was wearing makeup to make her look older, Pinkers realised immediately that this could mean. Having seenidentical posters many times before, I happened to know they'd probablynever find her - that cameo didn't show what Princess Graciella, if shewas still alive, looked like nowadays. Puzzled by the palace'seffrontery, I went down the hill to my cottage in the middle of the woods.There, I opened up the door and went inside. Putting the logs I'dgathered in my fireplace, I lit them by rubbing two sticks together. Soonthey were afire."A wonderful blaze!" I thought as I warmed my aching. The man using me was laughing with them while he told them that he wasn’t fucking me, he was just using my arsehole to wank into ? he was actually drinking from a tin and occasionally resting it on my back while he fucked me. Soon though, he threw the tin on the floor and grabbed both my hips, starting pumping faster and harder until a few moments later, he pushed hard up me..holding me tight to him while his cock spurted his load of spunk right up my arse. The others, including Gill were. There was a lamp with a large shade on the nightstand that blocked the view of the door opening from about half the door height, up. I could see, though, her arm reach in to shut the door. But she hesitated. She must have been looking at me with the aid of the moonlight drifting into the room. I remained motionless, wondering if I would get hard. After what seemed like three or four minutes, she closed the door and left. I waited until I heard the front door gently shut and the key turn in the.