”I stood up, flipped off my shoes, pulled off my socks, my shirt, my trousers, and finally my boxer shorts, I stood there completely naked and just ...miled at Sara, she did look a little shocked. I just started walking as I had done before, the grass brushing my body I strolled along. “Aren’t you coming?” I called back. I looked behind me as I walked I saw Sara pulling off her boots, slipping out of her skirt revealing tight little pink knickers, I stopped and turned to watch her as she pulled. Jamie leaned back, turned her attention to the TV and rubbed her own pussy over her shorts. Jamie alternated watching the screen and Dot, who glanced at Jamie smiled. It was the sign Jamie was looking for because she immediately slid her hand under her shorts. Dot stroked herself like that for minutes before breaking the silence by asking if it would be ok if she "....got more comfortable?" Jamie's voice cracked a bit as she said, "Y-yeah, sure." With Jaime's permission, Dot lifted her hips and. But it still hurt. I screamed each time the head of his cock pounded into my guts like a fist. And then something else happened to make things even worse. On one of his more brutal strokes I screamed again and Larry chose that moment to lift his hips while pressing down on the back of my head. Before I knew what was going on I had a couple inches of cock in my throat.I pounded on him ineffectually with my fists and struggled to pull my head off of his cock. But he held me in place until I. Now I've not been in Scotland nor in Africa nor in Ruritania, but I've been on a real adventure ... and been wounded like Dr. Watson and Quatermain. But I'm not a fictional hero. So I need a way to moor myself. And I want you to help me." I wouldn't know what to do. I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a hero." What do you mean?" Well, what's a hero? Certainly not Superman or one of those cartoon folks. They're not real in any way. They're fantasy. Quatermain.