’ ‘Why would they want me Seamus? I’m only just sixteen, and I dig peat!!’ God she still remembered the conversation almost verbatim. Her mot...her had loved him dearly, her Bjorn. The necklace she had in the bag was his. That was why the village had placed them at the outreach of their community. They had viewed poor Criostiona as the whore of the heathen as she wore his Norse necklace, too frightened to banish here lest the warriors invaded from spite, and too disgusted to treat her with. Charlie was groaning and moaning as he fucked her. Billy knew he wouldn’t last long and sure enough Charlie growled and pushed hard into her and froze. Billy could see his ass clinch and he knew he was pumping her small pussy full of cum. Charlie pulled back slowly and Billy saw her pussy snap shut instantly, trapping Charlie’s seed. He lowered her legs and stepped back. He pulled up his pants and sat in a chair.“Billy, this is unbelievable. That was amazing. I don’t know if I will ever. For another, it was sticky, much like a spider’s web, which suited him fine. The irony of his surname, after all, didn’t escape him. It could only be handled with a pair of treated gloves which he had also purchased. Anything else it touched, it would ensnare. You must understand, Jenny darling, that The Spider’s intentions were anything but honorable towards Molly, something I am sure you appreciate."Jenny answered with a soft whimper, her command of language slowly being lost as desire filled. Apparently Rose’s hubby was ten years older than she, 76, and had had a stroke some seven years earlier, she was his carer. I got up and went to the bar for another drink and studied Rose, she was dressed in black, black skirt, black blouse, and black jacket, and obviously as it was a funeral. She was around 5’5” overweight probably about 14 stone with black hair.As I turned round from the bar she was standing there “I’m just going out for a cigarette” she said “Hang on a minutes I’ll join.