They got off three shots, all of which missed us before we downed the last five men. Four men went with me to check on them while the rest began conce...ntrating on the rowboats. Taking a page from an earlier encounter, my wives used their Enfields and concentrated on sinking the boat with the most men still alive in it.They didn’t sink it, but the boat suddenly veered back towards the shore. Having jumped from the sinking rowboat when the water was only knee-deep, the last of the men from that. This party was held at a newly renovated venue of theirs called the “DC Speakeasy.” Upon entry, there was a sign outside the door of the building that said “Fleamarket” which I found quite humorous. I immediately knew that was code for that is where the party was taking place.When I went inside, I walked down a narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was an elder gentleman who happened to be the founder of Bi-Weekly parties. He greeted my friend and I and had us sign in. He also charged us a. “Make him kiss your muscles!” Kerry cheered.“Nah,” Becky said, casually holding Sean down with a single arm. “I have a better idea.”In a flash, Becky had moved around Sean’s body, trapping his legs between her tiny feet, his right arm locked under hers, and his back arched backward so that his chest and stomach pointed toward Ivy, Kerry, Stephanie, and Cynthia. She was admiring herself in the mirror, flexing her enormous left arm, puckering with satisfaction every time it peaked. “Are you. She would be cautious around me and now my whole stay is fucked up.I went back to bed but I was still hard and felt so ashamed that it was because of my cousin. I tried not to think about her but that view of the cleavage was now like etched into my memory forever. My boner was getting harder and harder as if I was having sex and when I couldn’t tolerate it anymore, I fapped my balls out with that cleavage in my mind.Next day, I woke up and went to the living room where Ashmita di was reading a.