He fucked my ass hard when he found out it was the day before my birthday, cause he had a thing for eleven year olds I guess. Twelve year olds turned ...him off he said, cause they're "too fuckin' old." And then he threw me in a small cell with a big black woman named Doris who taught me the finer points of being a dyke daddy's little muffin, since I was just eleven like I said and doing hard time. Any time is hard when you're in fifth grade.I was a little reluctant at first, but after Doris. As he fucks me deeper, I feel my pussy stretched wide, painfully wide, but for some reason I need more now, I want to feel him balls deep inside me and I want to cover his dick in my cum.. As I look up, Camille is getting on top of my face, I look at her with a confused look, as she begins to slide down onto my face, just one smell of her sweet pussy and I know exactly what she wants.. I cant fight it, Im all tied up. Camille sit on top of my face, and spreads her pussy open for me and as I. "What do ye here?"The challenge had caught them unawares. Riding with the morning sun in their eyes they hadn't noticed the flimsy hut that huddled at the edge of the dread forest. The door hung crooked from wooden hinges, pushed aside now by a filthy crone."We are but lone travellers, Mother," Ranulf answered her good-naturedly. "Surely you don't live here all alone." Aye, all by my lonesome in this foul place." She made as though to brush a tear from her withered cheek, but her old eyes were. “Are you okay?”I nodded and shifted the weight on my shoulder. The needles were prickly.“Get a good grip, we’re going to shake off the loose needles,” she said. Then she looked the other way, “Ready to shake, Ernie.”Ernie, the old man, raised his end of the tree. He did something that let the tree fall without hitting the ground. At the abrupt stop, snow and needles showered the muddy ground. He did that twice more. Each time, fewer needles fell.Lisa nodded and held out a thumbs-up.Ernie tugged.