She picked up the needle and thread from the floor where they had fallen when she had thought she heard some peculiar sound outside a few minutes befo...re, and went back to work repairing a torn pocket on one of her husband's wool shirts.It was silly to be so nervous, she admonished herself, for, after all, she had spent many evenings alone in their house and not been afraid. But that was before she knew that the dense woods out there harbored other creatures more menacing than the gentle deer. "Just say fucking again." Fucking."Somehow when she said it, it wasn't an obscenity. It became a beautiful word, almost a lyric!Touching her lips to my ear, she whispered, "What about 'cunt'. Would you like to hear me say that too?" Oh yeah, it sounds really sexy coming from you."Her tongue caressed my ear sensuously."What about if I put the two together in a sentence and said something like...?"She pretended to think about it for a moment."What about Molly's cunt, or even your cock in Molly's. She pulls out of me and lays next to me, we are both sweating and breathing heavily. She takes her hand and her black painted nails and brushes my blonde off my face, wipes the sweat off my forehead and leans in and kisses me. I cling to her naked body and she spoons me. I fall asleep into her arms. I woke up and saw Jenna sitting at the desk in our hotel room long smooth legs wrapped on each other, her signature black polished toe nails, she tucked in a pair of black panties, and topless. Her. Several men had unwittingly fucked her or came in her mouth without recognizing her name or knowing who she was, because of her camouflaged appearance.The crowd in the Hen House was usual for a Friday night. Couples were in various stages of fucking, blow jobs, or eating pussy. The dance floor was also crowded with lots of semi-nude and nude dancers. Dan noticed a large group around a table, but couldn’t see what drew the gathering.Wendy received her fair share of gazes of appreciation and wolf.