Maurice gave me the good news. “The locals are in charge and the governor likes the SJL. It’s good PR for him.”“Maurice, I don’t need to kno...w all that, just who the fuck I need to talk to here,” I said.“That would be me,” a large dark skinned man in a dark brown uniform of the Sheriff’s office replied for him. “Sheriff John Oxendine,” he said extending his hand to me.“Ray Selfridge,” I said standing in a show of respect. “What can you tell me about our hostage takers?”“Some of the Lumbee tribe. But for now, relax and enjoy what I'm doing to you."And I did. My cock grew progressively harder, and the sweet, tickling sensations stronger. As he stroked, I was aware of the dried dirt of the barn floor beneath my bare feet, the lingering aroma of manure from cows long gone, and the hooting of an owl in the forest behind the barn.The sensations in my cock brought me out of my reverie. "I'm gonna cum," I hissed and so he began stroking harder and faster, bringing me to a climax that spurted a. She nodded kinda nervously. "It feels nice," I said. "To me too," she answered, a little jump in her voice at the end as I dipped a tiny bit inside her to bring out more of the slippery fluid.Just minutes earlier, laying next to her in her bed, all the school drama and her stupid boyfriend being a dick led us to this conversation about whether it would just be better to be with a girl. We'd both thought about it but never shared it with anyone. I was stroking her hair while she talked and let. Initially, all were enthusiastic and eager to go but as days passed, some girls got scared and dropped out. Some had money problem while some boys and girls didn’t get parents permission.Finally, there was a group of 5 boys and 6 girls who were ready to go for the trip. We all managed to do the reservations and reached Goa. We had booked a guest house with 3 bedrooms and a hall and kitchen. As soon as we had dumped all our bags, we all changed into t-shirts and shorts and rushed for the.