Eric grinned to himself as he grabbed the headmask, pulling it over hisown head, taking care not to have the long hair get snared into themask's edges.... Once he got it on, he made sure to align the features ofthe womanly visage to fall in line with his own. "Ugh, cmon, get itstraight" he muttered as the facial features got put in place, the glueadhering the mask to his face. He then stared at this woman in themirror. Oh wow, what a beauty. Granted, it was just the head, with theflap around. I rarely touch wine or spirits. “Treat others as you would be treated,” my folks taught me, and that’s served me well enough. In the final days of autumn I bring in the last crops of the year, working most days well past dusk, racing against bad weather. I have to be done not later than the Harvest Moon. Not just for the sake of a good crop, but each year since late puberty the Harvest Moon triggers what I call my inheritance. And then all hell breaks loose. I’m not exactly sure why, but my. "I know you're an extremely brave young woman, but you MUST give that back a chance for the next day or two - you really must!"Mr O'Toole nodded his agreement and observed that it was a monstrous thing to have marred such loveliness - to say nothing of the agony she must have suffered."I'd like to take a whip to that scoundrel myself", he concluded."No need for that, Mr O'Toole - Gwendoline pretty well flayed him alive once we turned the tables on him - thanks to our arsonist friend here!"Over. Susie had another orgasm, then as she was coming down from her orgasm, she had another one. This caused her to squirt again. Her juices were all over me, all over her legs. Bob looked down at her and said, “Are you ready to go again?”She looked at him and said, “No, I’m too tired. We could rest up a little, and then we can continue in my bedroom.”Using the towel to wipe off the juice is for my body; Bob threw it on the shower curtain. She did the same thing with the other towel, then she.