Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. And it looks like that's where we're going... !"If either husband had been unprepared for the sight they had stumbled onto in finding Link Morgan's mauled body, they were caught totally unaware by the shockingly obscene performance taking place in the pit-like arena! Mark heard Steve's gasp of incredulity, his own brain reeling with the unbelievable sight of their wives nakedly groveling like bitch-animals before the pair of huge, handsomely healthy beasts lewdly mounting and fucking into them.Read More
