”“Surely he won’t. He’s a slave,” I responded.“With a cock like his, everyone is his slave. You’ll see.”We watched as Demonde lifted T...ion and draped him, belly down, in the bowl of a split trunk tree, with the boy’s torso hanging down on the other side and his legs on the side we could see. His buttocks jutted out at the fork of the tree. I took my breath in when I saw Demonde part the boy’s cheeks with his hands. The hole was cavernous. Demonde had already reamed it to his needs. The smallness. I bet you didn't do it intentionally, but you packed so many extra credits into your first two and a half years that the guidance counselor says you can graduate if you want."Apparently your tuition gets paid by the school district if you go to the state college as a high school student. That's a lot of money I wouldn't have to borrow, and you won't have the pressure of constantly explaining why you don't remember people. Let's think about this and talk later, Ok?" She smiled already onto. “Baby, that was so hot. I need to pee. I’ll be right back. Maybe you should get dressed.”“Get some snacks. I’m starving, handsome.”Michael left, and the three geezers moved closer to Lydia.“Lydia, you are the hottest piece of ass. Fuck us now!”“You guys want my pussy? Okay. Let’s go over to the stage. You can all fuck me over there.”Lydia and the three geezers went to the stage. She knew them all and was going to have sex while Michael got the snacks. She knew everybody who worked. Jogging, bowling, tennis, cards ... just everything.”The friend orders a beer and pauses to think. “I know,” he exclaims, “Challenge her to a pissing contest.”“A pissing contest?”“Surely you can out distance her on that ... do it on the front lawn so you can see the difference.”“Ok, I’ll do it.”So he goes home and says to his wife, “I challenge you to distance pissing contest. We’ll meet on the front lawn after dark.”So they each prepare themselves drinking lots of beverage prior to the.