He could see where the cigarettes had left a mark, but none now remained. He took an angry swig from the can. The next spot could be reached by retrac...ing his steps and taking a winding path, or pushing through bushes that might have brambles hidden in them. His alcohol sodden brain and hoary skin was past feeling pain from thorns, but the jacket and trousers had originally been good quality. It would be bad to damage them further.He took another swig. The tobacco craving overwhelmed any worries. She wonders how long Mel or maybe even both her parents have been training Cronus how to please a woman. Nevertheless, her musings dissolve before the heat emanating from her crotch. Forgetting about how he learned his skills, she instead focuses on how she can soon benefit from them. Her fingers dip into her gaping snatch. And she imagines them to be Cronus's cock as she bends down to all fours on the carpet. Mel, on the other hand, is living that fantasy. The pounding rhythm of a dog slamming. I walked towards the edge of the field, but stopped cold and quickly ducked down when a police car cruised past on the street in front of me.Had the janitors called the police about the noises they'd heard in the girls' locker room? They'd discovered my clothes and backpack no doubt. And I'd left those cum-filled Kleenexes on the floor in there. My spirit sank. I was screwed. Someone would recognize the clothes as mine, and when they noted the missing uniform, they'd know that I'd taken it. My. A man was walking towards me, I actually gasped seeing that he was completely nude. My head was swimming, I couldn’t even speak when he said hello as he walked by. More figures came into view, sounds of pleasure filled the air. There were men having sex all over the beach, out in the open, with only moonlight to guide them. I was nervous, maybe even ashamed at myself, my desire. Yet, I knew I couldn’t leave this beach without feeling a stranger’s cock in my mouth. I wanted it so much, To.