Cronacoaster noun: the ups and downs of a pandemic. One day you’re loving your bubble, doing work outs, baking banana bread, and going for long walk...s and the next you’re crying, drinking gin for breakfast and missing people you don’t even like.I’m at that age where my mind still thinks I’m 23, my humor suggests I’m 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I’m sure I’m not dead yet.I’m getting tired of being part of a major historical event.I don’t always go the extra mile, but when I do it’s. Again. For sure.I watched as the slave was dragged away the the master into a car parked on the beach, the crowd looking at them whilst half of them held onto their dicks. The first event had passed, and now was the second. The man with the three slaves just could not control himself and had to show off how ‘good’ his 3 was, compared to the other guy’s, and so now, the three slaves had to give the group blowjobs. Their faces was already dripping with cum, but that was nothing. They would keep. She lifted her trembling hands into her sight. The faint wisp of her Aura was darker now, more tangible like a swirling fog that clung to her skin.She raised her hands to her teddy and willed herself to undo just one of the buttons. Her fingertips brushed by it and slid down her body, little tingles of pleasure radiating over her skin where the lace touched her. She hugged her arms about herself, moaning in mounting pleasure."Stop," she whispered. "Stop it."Heather forced herself to lower her. He fondled my testicles. One part of my brain was considering being appalled, but the rest of me was getting worked up to a frenzy again.I could feel a finger start to poke at my anal. I squeezed the tits so willingly offered me and kissed ever more frantically. He was inside me, I could hardly believe it.Georgette broke the kiss, and laid down on the bed."Come love," she said.I crawled in between her legs and felt her husband take my cock. He guided it inside her. There was something so hot.