”Follow Anna’s instructions ---29------7---“Stupid phone can wait,” Sam thought to herself. The cock between her legs pulsated hungrily, a fuc...k-stick that demanded her attention. Her body felt full and she knew her sack harbored a massive cum load. It was time to take action. She sat up in her bed and thought of a way to take care of the hefty rod.The regular ritual ---11---Edging ---10---Musterbate ---8---Blowjob ---9------8---“Nothing beats the good old hand-job,” Sam thought to herself. It. I opened the door and shouted, What the fuck are you doing in here?!?! Get out. He bolted and I snickered to myself. When lunchtime approached, I was faced with a decision. I was either going to be mad at him for spying on me and pretend that I did not know he was there, or I was going to tell him that I knew he was there and granted his magnanimity by masturbating for him. I decided that I was going to go through with the second of the choices. It was risky, but I now was beginning to feel. What more could any horny tittie-loving guy ask for? She and I had only infrequently spoken with one another in the past, but when she heard all of the noise she came out of her house and over to me and asked, after seeing how deep a hole was being gouged out, if I were having a second swimming pool built on my property. I told her, “No, Lisa, but if I were, you would be welcome to come skinny-dipping in either one or both of them any time you want to”. I don’t think Lisa had a ready response. Snakes! There were thousands of them, all coiling around one another in a single, seething mass.Like most people, I thought there was something sinister and particularly nasty about reptiles. Snakes were probably the worst and I gave an involuntary shudder as I stared down at them.The rope bridge looked rickety to say the least and I had no idea how old the braids actually were. There was a simple decision to be made. Go back the way I had come? Or take my chances with the bridge? I decided to.