My cock throbbed as rope after rope of my hot sticky cum shot inside her. "That feels so good" Wilma whispered into my ear. We laid there for a minute... or two afterwards. Then Carl tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey boy, its my turn now. Quit hogging my pussy." I rolled off of Wilma to see Carl standing there with a hard little dick. Carl climbed onto Wilma. "Carl! Wait, what are you doing? I can't have two men like this, Carl!" Wilma protested and tried to push him away but she was no match for. I tried to call you, but I got some guy playing his trumpet on July 20, 1969. Then, I cut a fart that stank even worse than the fart I had expelled previously which smelled like something had crawled up my ass and died. This most recent fart smell like something had crawled up the ass of what ever had crawled up my ass and died…and died! Then, I had a runny nose, dizziness, and a decrease in semen. I tried to get up, but I experienced a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted. Nicole and Nigel had finished eating and were enjoying the refreshing drink by the open French windows. Paul was doing some tiding of the stables. He had taken his shirt off and his broad back and strong arms had been bronzed by the sun. Nigel gazed over at Nicole. She couldn’t take her eyes off Paul. Nigel knew Nicole fancied him, and would have bet the house on her panties would be getting damp at that very moment. He would have won the bet easily. Her knickers were wet with her pussy juices. ." If you do not obey me now, it will go all the worse for you," her father said.I moved toward the door. "I'll just be going now," I repeated."You will go nowhere," Anneke's father said. "Remember, my car is behind yours in the driveway. You cannot leave until I let you out." Without another word, he gestured to Anneke and we four trekked through the kitchen, down a flight of stairs to where a locked door awaited. Anneke's father unlocked the door and flipped on a light. The room was empty.