“That’s good for now. Let’s see if Emma can deep throat your cock!” explained the Director. “Let’s move onto one of the sets where you bot...h should feel more at home!”The actors had to force themselves to stop, which was very difficult!As they walked onto the set, Emma couldn’t help but notice that the cameraman, sound man, lighting guy and Director had either tented their pants, or were trying to hide a bulge where their cocks were pressing out against their pants! She was pleased and she knew. We moved out until we were waist-deep and then dived into an incoming wave. I swam hard. It had been a while since I was able to really stretch out and swim. Our school's Olympic size pool provided enough length to stretch out, but it wasn't available during the summer.I stopped and tried to stand. The water was over my head, so I swam back toward shore. When I was able to stand, I stopped to rest."This is great," Glen said. "The saltwater makes you more buoyant than fresh water." What. "Please, not on the phone," she begged. "Can you just come? I'll explain then." OK, I'll come. Can you give me an address?" Just follow the signs to the Downtown Mall. I'll be waiting near the visitor parking. Can you be here by twelve? It's a three hour drive from Bethesda." Yes, I can do that. I'll leave here at nine. Are you sure you want to meet me there or should I try to find your place?" No, no. I can't miss you, not when I'll hear your engine."I heard a soft laugh on the other end. That. T: Oh yeah!Tinker bell glows brightly and absorbs Peters semen. Peter rubs his cock, strengthening his orgasm. Tinker Bell, in her final form, can handle insane amounts. Still, Peters cock pushes the limits. It is truly a battle. T: Ha! Is that all you got?P: Ahhh!Peter spews a few more times before collapsing. P: My head feels all woozy. T: You’re not getting tired are you?Peter’s cock stands firm. Unable to die down. T: Looks like you’re ready for round three! P: Tink wait! No! Tinker Bell.