’ ‘It’s too hot to sleep. Want some company?’ ‘Sure, come on out, I’ll be dressed by the time you get here.’ ‘Don’t go out of your w...ay for me, maybe I’ll join you,’ she said with a chuckle. Her words and the erotic vision they brought to my mind caused my erection, which had begun to wane, to immediately regain its fighting size and shape. I had barely slipped on some shorts when I heard her little outboard approaching. By the time I got back on deck she was trying the painter off to a cleat by. "So?" Meredith asked."Say it out loud slowly," Brock urged."Blue Bayou," Meredith repeated. "Blue Bayou. Oh, shit. That's stupid." That's what I said when they told it to me," Zack agreed. "I didn't even know who Roy Orbison was. I think he was dead before I was born." Whippersnappers," Brock said with a laugh."I wouldn't have known who he was either," Meredith told them. "I mean, I've heard of him but I haven't heard any of his songs." Well, maybe Randi can remake it," Josh suggested. "That. A few seconds of silence, until a voice Jake recognized was heard instead of Hunter’s. “J…Jake?”“Fabio!?” screamed Jake, finally recognizing the voice, his scream caught Kiyan’s attention. Kiyan sat next to Jake and put his ear next to the cell phone.“Since you can’t see what’s up around here, I’ll tell ya: Your portuguese faggot friend is tied to a chair right in front of me… Know what, I just thought of somethin’ I saw on Tv once… Hey Seth! Give him a nice kick to his face!”Jake could hear. I felt his hand on my back as he pushed his hard cock into my gaping hole. With one thrust he plunged his thick cock all the way inside me, forcing a grunt and a moan from my lips. He pulled back and pushed forward again and again holding my hips and pulling me back against him. Moaning and grunting I felt each thrust of his hard cock inside me building up more and more speed, my flaccid clitty bouncing under me which made the men around the table laugh at the pretty little sissy slut. I felt.