He thought it would be nice to have access to the stream for a quiet place to pause and maybe even take up fishing. It was overgrown but pretty even in early autumn. He was sizing up which tools he would want when he heard that unmistakable high pitched piercing scream of a child or woman coming from his left. Marc instantly leapt towards the sound, his gut churning, and bulldozed through the brush to his edge of the stream which at this time of year was rather low. The stream was several feet wide and eaten away from ground height about 3 or 4 feet down and about 2 feet deep at this point. A wide old tree had fallen across the stream bed here a few years ago and brush had grown around both ends. He heard a cry of "Help" from what seemed to be the other side of the creek. He leapt down into the water up to his knees and saw her. It appeared to be a woman off to one side of where the roots of the fallen tree had been overgrown by brush. She was tangled and stuck in the brush and roots kind of on her side and looking down. As he watched her sweater tore just a little more and dropped her an inch or so more toward the stream bed. The problem was that just below her was a tangle of deadwood that had caught below the fallen tree when the stream was in full flow. In that deadwood was a wicked sharp branch sticking straight up under the young woman. It was instantly clear that if she tore loose and fell she would be impaled. "Don't move! Hold as still as possible", Marc ordered as he pushed across to her. She looked at him from a position of almost laying down with the left side of her torso about a foot directly above the spike. As he neared she tried to reach out to him. Part of his mind realized she was young, a teenager. A moment of special anguish washed over part of him. He reached out just as she tore loose from her movement an started to roll to a face down position still falling toward the sharp branch. He caught her just over her right leg with his left hand clutching her shorts just inside her right thigh and his right arm under her front and pulled her into his chest. One of the flickering thoughts that flitted across his awareness was just how soft her left breast was in his hand how firmly soft the inside of her thigh was. He was surprised, in the heat of the moment that he even noticed the feeling of warmth against his hand as it slid up against her cloth covered womanhood. Marc set the young lady down into the water and asked, "Are you OK ?" "My side.", she said as at the same time he noted blood on her left side at a larger tear in her sweater. The girl thought she thought she saw a shadow of panic in Mark's eyes. As they couldn't get easily out of the stream at that point, Mark picked her indian up an tossed her over his right shoulder so as to stay away from her injury, grabbed her hip, said he was sorry, and forded up the stream bed faster than one would think to near his bridge where they could get out onto flat ground easier. She seemed to understand and said ,"My name is Val Oww! Thank you, Oww!". "Can you stand?" "I feel a little shaky" "Let me lay you down then. I need to check your side" Marc said as he lay her down on the grass and tried to see through the tear in her sweater. "It's OK just pull it up." she told him. He did and marveled at the smoothness of her tanned belly and waist till he saw a 3 or 4 inch wood sliver almost the size of a pencil scoring and piercing her skin and emerging about an inch later just under her ribs. "It's not going to help anything leaving this in there." He said as he looked into her eyes and Hardcore saw a not happy resignation and heard her,"Go ahead and do what you need to." Marc pulled a tool from his pocket that had something like a wire cutter, snapped off one end of the sliver sticking out from the skin, looked again into her eyes trying to pull her attention out of the situation for a moment while he slid the remaining sliver out of her skin. Again, "OOWWYY!!!!" “You are rock hard for me, or is it both of us?” I tease as slide my thumb and forefinger all the way along his erection as I lick the tip it. I got out the rope, made a make-shift harness for myself, and then tied it to Astrid’s torso. I look around at all the faces of people sitting around engaged in conversations, having a great time. I made a show of me adjusting the suit and pulled the top away from my breast and then laid the little triangle back down. My dear husband who has been a dear for years has suddenly turned against me after discovering some disturbing details of my life. I knew what was coming. Getting impatient he said choose or I will choose for you. Hot rivulets of his spunk ran down my thighs. At that moment Mike entered the room, noticing that I was penetrating his client with a foreign object. I blinked back tears as I remembered that magical moment of Kurt and Rosemary's union. As I got up, Mary said, “I need to get back to my guests, save me a dance after while, OK?” Yes Ma'am... Darleen was attractive, but she was much thicker than Amy. The clients usually liked it more the messier she got during feeds. “Alright, kitten.” She played along, “I just complimented you. "As long as its ice cold, any way it comes." “So, what’s your name, I know what your mate’s called and I’m Lolita.” Ron lifted her head slightly allowing for Billy’s tip to hit her mouth. "Sure, and it was my mom who showed me the sideways 69." She got back up in the seat and he lay in the floor.. During those scenes the girls both squirmed a bit. “Wow; would you like a beer?” I'm in this pussy everyday me and Kesh fucked under my moms Hardcore roof for four whore months everyday day except for her period days and did I mention she ler me cum in her mouth every single time I could get hard. James looked up at his mistress. All perimeters will be indian completed within five minutes.] NO. This is me, loving her. She grinded on my crotch, blubbering incoherently, rolling those lewd muscles up my length. In a low gruntal growl Kimon responded, "no boredom, just the coming death that will be yours." "Not a problem, just come to bed." “I.D.”, said the bouncer, obviously bored. Finally, we reached what appeared to be the last room.