It's a jail thing ya know---shit on my dick, or b l o o d on my knife. So---you got a choice; give it up, and ride outta here on that sweet bike, or�...I just take it—and you shit all over my dick”. Deciding that there really wasn't an option, I nodded my head up and down, and dude just smiles real big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican dudes from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark corner. Grabbing me by the waist, dude flips me over on my belly, and drags me back to. He came over to me and his hand grabbed at my chin on my face. He pulled my face up to where I was looking at him.“You better not tell anyone bitch after all you enjoyed it,” Turtle said as he sat down.Turtle rowed us back across the lake with me just sitting there staring at him. Turtle told me I was nothing but a fucking slut who wanted fucked and that I had enjoyed it as well. He told me he would have had me suck on his cock but figured I would bite him.“No one will believe you if you do say. She had been packing her bags for the trip, and boxes for the move, as she would be moving just a few days after they got back. There was a knock at her door; when she opened it, there stood Michael and Corey! Her face lit up as she hugged them both, and kissed Michael. "What are you doing here!?" Chelsea shrieked with joy.Michael responded, "Well, we couldn't let you celebrate your birthday alone, and definitely didn't want you having to drive tomorrow by yourself." "Well, get in here,". When the chores were done and the kids were asleep, I went to bed. Tired and annoyed from the day, relieved to have a few moments to myself, I lay on my back, slowly lifted my nightgown from my knees to my waist, slipped both hands down the front of my favourite panties, and played with myself.I always liked to watch him, and I closed my eyes and saw him there, his hard cock in his hand. The first time I'd seen him he was still in high school, and he could come quick as a wink, his firm hand.