”I feel the car stop but keep running and I close my eyes as my body writhes and I push up trying to get more of cute guy's dick in me. I hear Joey...say, “Oh my God, he's fuckin' the bitch.”The driver responds, “We've all fucked her and now we're doin' seconds. You want some?”I can hear the drool in Joey's voice as he says, “Fuck, yeah I do.”I hear the back door open and feel cool air rush in as Joey gets in the car. I can feel him watching as the other guy fucks me and it occurs to me that I. She can take them out and will know what to look for in the way of signs of infection or anything like that. Oh, and no heavy lifting for at least four weeks." Er ... what do you mean by heavy lifting? I don't have an anchor winch and usually hoist the sails by hand..." How heavy is the anchor?" The main one is forty pounds, not counting the chain, of course." Well, that's right out. And at four weeks you'll have to work up to that sort of weight..." Oh, shit..." I chewed that over for a minute. I turned the last couple of pages and clipped to the last , was a little note ," If you like this meet me by the council yard , NOW "I was like a rabbit in the headlights , here I was wearing spunk laden panties and a black slip , wanking with a wonderful shemale mag , and now invited to ? something else.I pulled my pants on over my panties and bunched the slip all around me , I hid my new found mag under my shirt and headed out towards the council yard.This was deserted Saturday afternoon. At that, the threesome got up in unison and walked toward the water.I decided this was a good time for a swim myself and started walking further down the beach away from the target group and the rest of the crowds. When I'd put a half mile between myself and my supposed cousins, I dropped my shirt and sneakers and head for the gentle low tide waves. When I was in up to my knees the shock hit me. This was Maine. The water was especially frigid, and already causing pain in my legs. But I kept.