....maybe I should....but I've tasted it. I found it leaving my mouth feeling dry. Maybe that's my body telling me to have more? Anyway, that's cum. I...'m going to have to swallow some at some point. Lets just hope I like it or I wont enjoy myself as much I want to. I should mention kissing. I really don't want that. It's the cock I want, not the man. I could tongue lick arsehole as a compromise, I guess.Then there's my arse. I really don't want it to hurt. Maybe some i*****l, or even legal,. Ballows would let me snag one of the acoustic guitars from the music room. I figured that picking on a guitar might be a good way to ease my, or anyone’s mind, who wanted to come sit out on the hill beside the field-hockey field with Lynette and me.“Sammy, you wouldn’t happen to have any of our instruments in your truck, do you?” I asked as we met up with her at the back stairs to the main level of the school.“Miracle of miracles, I think I have my twelve string, and, uh, that the soprano. And someone had a knee in the small of his back and was roughly binding together his arms behind him.Road noises and jolts. He was in some kind of vehicle -- doubled over, cramped, being bounced around. Probably in the trunk, but he couldn't be certain because of the tight blindfold. They were taking him somewhere. They? Who were they? Was he being driven to a convenient place to be executed, or had he only been kidnapped?Asleep. Must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew was the. .. but I knew one thing for sure ... if momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.A group of younger married males surrounded me.The obvious spokesman said, “What did You do?”“Who? Me?”“Yes, Enquiring minds want to know ... and since my wife can’t or won’t ask you, I got the job.”Every man in the group nodded, “Yes ... what did you do?” “You woke the village.” And several other requests delving into the in’s and out’s of last night during the storm.“Umh, ask the girls.”“We can’t do that. So we’re.