I could feel hot jets of cum begin to fill my pussy. I cried out in horror as /I felt each spatter of cum begin to fill me. I didn’t want this! I di...dn’t want to get pregnant!I stopped fighting after the third guy began to fuck my pussy. I figured I was screwed anyway, and may as well enjoy the fucking I was getting. They all took their turns with me. I came more than I ever have in my life. As soon as they realized that I had stopped fighting, they took out the gag, and I was soon busy with. I smiled back at him. The extra guitar really made a difference. Fred handled the lead duringthe break. It was perfect. Still, the idea of going forward as just thethree of us really appealed to me somehow. Trios always excited me forsome reason. It seems they brought something extra to the table bybringing less. The Who and Green Day sprang to mind. I laughed andconsidered Darla and myself doing our own version of the White Stripes. The song soon ended and I was hooked. We played for about. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated over and over.It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 18-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy,. (What a beautiful baritone voice!)Some enchanted eveningSomeone may be laughin’,You may hear her laughin’Across a crowded roomAnd night after night,As strange as it seemsThe sound of her laughterWill sing in your dreams.Who can explain it?Who can tell you why?Fools give you reasons,Wise men never try.Some enchanted eveningWhen you find your true love,When you feel her call youAcross a crowded room, Then run to her side,And make her your ownOr all through your life youMay dream all alone.Once.