But, unlike Marty’s, it was packed.There were people everywhere. Men, most of them, but peering into the crowd, I could see the occasional woman as ...well. Some of them were dancers, some of them were old high school friends, but most of them were strangers.And they were all looking at me.Stage fright has never really been a factor in my life - I’ve never really had any interest in performing, but on the few occasions I’ve had to stand in front of a crowd, I’ve always been too busy looking out. They spoke for a while about plans on what they could and would do in the week. If need be, they decided they'd rent the chalet for another week, since they'd all taken three weeks off from their jobs in order to spend some time together.They decided to go into the water, so they stood up."Race you!" Lucy said."No racing," Amy said. "It's too early in the morning for racing."Instead of running off, as she seemed to want, Lucy instead slapped Amy's ass. Hard. Then she ran, so Amy chased her. She. “Kind, of course. I can only have so much fun fucking your passed our body, as much as it is kinky using you like a cumsleeve.”Stroking her hair, the white man could feel the black woman rub a soft cheek tenderly against a thickening cock. They lost track of the number of times they orgasmed during the night, and Michelle too. The thick tool between two even thicker legs was, ironically, a problem for him in the past. Flings were all the young teacher could ever find because of his sexual. I heard another shotgun blast, a pause, and two more blasts from a shotgun. Meanwhile, several .44s were firing. There was a slightly longer pause and two more blasts from a shotgun. Then, a few seconds later, I felt Helen gather me in her arms. That was when I fainted completely.I found out later that I was unconscious for about three hours. I came to my senses while lying in a bed, later identified as part of the hotel. Helen was sitting beside me, quietly crying, and a much older woman was.