I knew for better or worse Swamp Thing had what was left of my soul, and the money wasn't bad. Laundering money was how most people Got caught. It was... always follow the money. I could live my simple life on the pension I received from the state.I used the liquor money to buy more liquor and other supplies. I also had a plastic shoe box full of cash. I kept it in a the bottom of a plastic tool box. It wasn't much of a place to hide it, but it had to do for a short term hiding place. I still had. Hern, the god of woodland fair;Ariel, goddess of the air.Move the currents, make them dance.Fill the air with sprite romance.The invocation was almost sung. It was a damned good thing Wayne was trained in theatre. He could never have voiced these words if he weren’t used to rehearsing and performing.At the edge of Wayne’s vision, there was movement in the shadows. A shape seemed to emerge to his right that seemed human but had unmistakable horns on its head. Or maybe it was a bush and a. The place wasn't crowded so it was easy to keep an eye on who was around. It wasn't long before I noticed him keep looking at my mrs. He was laying down but when he stood up to get in the pool I felt sure it was him. He was maybe 55, fit-ish and married to a really pretty woman of about the same age who had a terrific body.I wasn't sure what I wanted tbh. I knew I was as horny as hell about him shooting into my wife's bikini bottoms, the ones she was wearing. Half an hour or so of watching. I had to force her head away from my groin to lift her up where I wanted her, and I felt her hand on me, guiding me to where we both wanted me to be.She let out a long, slow moan of desire as she sank down on my cock, the soft warmth of her pussy felt like nothing I'd ever felt before."On top of me Thomas." she hissed, "I want to feel your weight on me."We rolled over, and her legs went round my hips."Slowly Thomas." she breathed, "Slow and deep, yes that's it, that's beautiful, oh fuck yes, I.