A fire was started and soon a large pot of crab soup was brewing, Rodney the resident weedhead pulled out a chillum pipe, tapped it full of herb a...nd sparked it up. We passed the pipe around, most of the girls declined saying it was too strong but Lindy, offered to try and with a dare the other girls soon joined in. The moonlight sparkled across the ocean, the water flat as glass. Music boomed from the speakers in one of the station wagons. Seven miles of pristine beach was ours. ”“I like to go to the movies, dinners, go to sporting events, plus pools and hot tubs. I love to go to concerts of the bands, we heard when we I was twenty something.”My eyes lit up, because we had many similarities. “I love going to the movies, going to musical concerts in the park, I love 50, 60 and 70's music, always did, and of course country. I love hot-tubs and pools. I have been to a couple of the St Louis Cardinal games with my kids.”He flashed me a devilish smile. “Now are you ready. Them? It was only supposed to be Kurt, but it wasn’t him, it was someone else, someone I had never seen before. Oh well it didn’t matter. Andrea was on her knees, a cock in her mouth, her eyes watering, as she grew accustomed to a cock in her mouth. A cock, such a big cock was put into my mouth, then pushed straight in, and down into my throat. My gag reflex didn’t cut in, as it had earlier, but even then Kurt’s cock had found its way into my throat. I reached up, cupping his heavy balls, my. I hurriedly dressed, called a cab, and went down to the compound yard where my totaled car was still being held. I had in fact remembered to wrap my hand, almost entirely, making it appear as though it had been hurt in the accident. Signing for my luggage, I was relieved when the guy behind the counter didn't question the odd looking signature, simply looking at my ID and accepting that. What he brought out to me however wasn't complete. I was missing what appeared to be a whole lot of.