He came up to me and gathered me into his arms, our bodies melting into each other, my tiny breasts crushed against him, his cock nestling against my ...midriff and tits, I could feel him move between them, and why not, if they provided him with pleasure, I was here and naked to pleasure him and everything about me at that moment was about fucking, his eager fingers parting my cunt, the wetness evident as he pushed them inside and felt the tightness of my unused orifice, 'Kneel on the edge', and I. --Within three hours the village had been attacked, looted, then burned to the ground. Those who had fled would sound the first alarms. When those alarms were responded to they would tell what the team had said. Those responders would set out in pursuit of the team and their captives.--They would of course be to late to do anything but watch the team crossing the border with the loot and captives in the wagons. At this point they would loose sight of the team thanks to a well planned spell. But. You can see the view but it is too late to stop. Your momentum is already such that it will carry you the last few yards, over the edge and you will plunge headlong into space. Falling falling, rolling and spinning down into the void. Orgasm is assured and even if you pull out of the woman, you will still come, your prick will still pulse its seed, whether you remain in her or not. I had reached that point, and in my case I had no intention of withdrawing, I froze and let the momentum of my. I still remember vividly that August morning, climbing into a friend's VW van with epic Frank Frazzeta artwork front to back. My mother, Moonbeam, had washed all my tie-dyed tee shirts using new Fab, now with lemon-fresh Borax. My four traveling companions and I were ecstatic for what surely lay ahead. With the sweet scent of Acapulco Gold wafting through the shag-carpeted van, we cranked the radio up and in succession heard Honky Tonk Women, Bad Moon Rising, Sweet Caroline ...bum bum bum....