When we approached the dock, Vince helped me pull in and stop. Rob grabbed the dock and pulled the boat against it. I shut down the engine while Rob a...nd Dad tied it to the pilings.We left our rods in the boat. Adam told us he never had a problem with theft and our gear would be safe. Dad carried the bucket of fish to the cleaning hut so we could fillet them. Vince went to the cabin and then returned with a small tool box. He pulled out a strange looking device and Rob told me was an electric. I’ve almost drifted back to sleep before I’m startled awake by your hand pressing into my back with one hand and violently tearing my panties off with the other. I feel you spreading my legs and hoisting me up onto my knees as you position yourself behind me. The tip of your cock finds the sweet spot on the first try and I feel your entire body go tense as you prepare to enter me. With my hands cuffed behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop you, and you make sure I know it. “I’m going. She begins to shove her cunt into my face, causing my unmoving tongue to lick her as she moves against it, groaning as she does so. Her button has grown large, a miniature penis buried in folds of velvet. I suck it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. A small cry escapes her lips.I now attack her cunt with abandon. Lashing her clit and pussy lips with my face and tongue. She pushes back, raising her hips off the blanket, smashing her cunt into my face. Her breathing becomes short and. “Let’s not even travel in that direction. I’ll stick to the Count’s story. He achieved his heyday in the 1700s. He had some grandiose claims, such as being 500 years old, being immortal, the sort of stuff a boy says when people aren’t impressed with the size of his cock.” Laura laughed. She was getting the SNL version or the Monty Python version of the Count’s life it seemed. “Voltaire found his tall tales annoying, and called him ‘The Wonderman’. Whatever the truth of his life, he had a.