She gasped, slammed back and grunted as she absorbed the pounding of Clyda's monstrous cock. The sight of both blonde dancers getting their asses re...amed side by side, was too much for the teams of Ebony and Jordan, and that of Dee Dee and Summer. After working their pricks in the Milking sheaths for almost an hour, none of the four girls could hold off any longer. Suddenly, she squealed in pleasure, and Ebony felt her cock go rigid as the jism rushed up it, past the point of no return. . During these I thought of her as MINE. She was still my mother the rest of the time, and I respected her as such. But when she would come into my room, she was there for my cock, she was MY SLUT.She had actually encouraged this. She told me to do what I wanted, and what felt good during my blow jobs. This could be grabbing her head, her tits or her ass; it could be pulling her hair or pulling her shirt off; it could even be saying dirty stuff, although I had once slipped and said “Fuck that. ..I know I can do this, I thought as I strapped my short sword onto my hip. When I was younger I beat that hobgoblin with simply a stick I picked up. At first I remembered being afraid, but after hitting him a couple times I realized he was afraid too. That gave me the strength to fight with power and rage. I traveled deeper and deeper into the forest. First with a dagger, now with my sword. Defeating monster after monster without a scratch. They are afraid of us as the rest of the town is. "All good stories have disasters! Then the heroes, or, perhaps, in this case, the heroes come to the rescue, and everybody has a happy ending!" BEN justified his attitude. "Those are stories!!" JOHN yelled. "In real life, there's no guarantee of a happy ending!" "In the plays the critics like, there may be happy endings, but only after things get serious," STAN the drama student told them. "That's why acting is called 'drama'." "That's why they're just plays," BEN told him. "The shows that pay.