That isn't the only reason I'm going. Tink's right: I have some thinking to do about a lot of things." And drinking!" Mike chimed in."And whoring!" St...an added lustfully. I could only shake my head in dismay."Yeah you do, tough guy," Natalie agreed. "And don't worry about Cynthia; the pain will pass. I've had it enough to know. Yeah, she's a great fuck, sorry about that, kid." Tink just shrugged. "But you'll have better and I know there's a better woman for you out there just waiting for you to. Please let us in! We need your guidance!" You don't need any guidance! The prophecy tells it all." No, please listen!" She tried again. "The real Champion of the Guardian is presumed lost during his birth. He may have forgotten his true heritage, and the prophecy doesn't help. We need you to tell us where to find him!"There was silence for a while before the voice answered. "In that case, very well. I will open a dimension door for you to come in."The light vanished, replaced by a big magical. He got dressed, and went downstairs. He made himself some toast, then turned on the local news. He didn't recognize the newsreader, she must have been new, but he already hated her. She was an attractive young blonde lady, smartly dressed with her hair tied up in a bun. Under her white blouse, John could see she had very large breasts. "I wish her blouse would pop open, that would show her she's not better than me." He thought to himself. Almost instantly, all the buttons on the lady's blouse. Pip rammed his thick cock into Mary's lubricated cunt. Byron pretended to be offended Pip that had taken his turn with the whore and struggled to insert his longer erection. She was stretched and it hurt. Despite her screams and pleas for them to stop the cousins fucked her until they came, one after the other, then beat her with their leather belts for failing to obey instructions. Afterwards the young men bent her over the kitchen table and, when they were ready, they did the same thing.