Those who seek me, desire not the existence they lead.’ The glow flared on the word doom. I couldn’t tell if the echo was in my head or in the cha...mber. The sound alone was deafening, low and threatening with a growling undertone. I suddenly found myself wondering what I thought I was doing. After all, how do you vanquish an immortal skeleton with those kinds of powers? ‘This has gone on far enough, Death.’ I called out, stopping about 10 feet away and readying my sword, ‘Are you going to leave. It was a friday afternoon and I set off to pick her up. The wife satayed at home to prepare the meal. I arrived at joyces house her bags were packed in the hallway and I Loaded them into the car. Joyce always tried her best to look nice. She was 55 and her figure was a more rounded shape. she was wearing a bright red Skirt Just above the knee.Black Tights and A White silky blouse with her ample boobs pushing through, With red High Heels to match. It was a warm evening so Joyce put her coat on. I started to breathe heavily as his thick finger continued to fuck my pussy. It was moving deep in and out and I felt like a small cock was fucking me. I could even hear the sounds of my wet cunt being finger fucked. I looked around, hoping nobody else could hear the squishy sounds from my swollen wet pussy lips.My hips kept moving too as I could feel that his cock was now pressing hard on my ass. His finger was now deeply buried in my cunt.Suddenly I felt my pussy tightened and clenched his. As you force your thickness deep into my throat my body involuntarily convulses and my throat tries to push you out. I feel my spit sliding over my lips and down my chin; I gag and push my hands against your thighs as I pull my head back, trying to get away. “Ha ha ha” you laugh, “you weren’t ready for that were you” My teeth clamp down and I feel your left hand yank my hair, pulling me back, my jaw going slack as you slide out. Your right hand slaps me hard, stinging my cheek and lips. I can.