“Wyrd?” I asked being unfamiliar with the term.“Wyrd is an Old English noun that comes from the verb ‘weorthan’ meaning ‘to become’. The...re are related words in other European languages. It is Fate or Destiny, but not that of the Greeks, which was ‘inexorable fate’. This is more like a happening, event, or an occurrence. It is closer to the way the Anglo-Saxons and the Norse of old considered things. It’s not an end point, but something that is still happening.“So we are at this point in time,. Let me help you.’ Her soft voice seemed to drift on the heavy sea air. She sat the glass back on the table. She slid her long arm behind my shoulder and helped me up, propping the pillows with her other hand. Slowly she sat me back and looked into my eyes. She smiled and kissed my lips ever so gently. I was instantly taken away by her kiss. I cannot find the words to describe what that touch felt like. It was better than I had imagined kissing an angel. Her delicate lips pressed onto mine, our. "H=how you doing?" I asked, with a smile.She threw me a stony look and then turned around and her long hair whipped me hard across the face and she waddled off.I walked up beside her."Why are you following me?" she asked bitterly."I'm intrigued by you?"She turned to me quickly making me jump back. "I intrigue you?" she asked, with a bitter laugh. "That's a new one on me." Has anyone told you how pretty you are?" I asked."If you're trying to seduce me it won't work I'm already up the duff as. Julie thought she heard an audible squish. If it wasn't her imagination, she guessed that her son had just sunk his heavy, hot prick in his stepsister's pussy."UNNGH!" Paul groaned. He was moving his head down again, running the tip of his tongue along her snatch-lips and down to her shitter. Julie cried out again. She wanted to shout out for him to fuck her, and when his tongue tried to ram its way into her asshole, she did."FUCK ME!" she shrieked."Just what I'm about to do," Paul said huskily.