My biker buds are bisexualBillie’s friends are into everything,She invites her horse farmer friend she got Thor from.All together we are going t... have about 20 people there, we also invite a kinky gay caterer that we know, he’s bringing all the food, Friday morning shows up and we start getting ready, Greg shows up with all the food and some of his kinky servants, Billie’s horse farmer shows up, he brings a couple mares and a stallion, my biker buds bring tents, bedding, porta. ‘Done, then,’ Abigail agreed. ‘Follow me.’ The pouch she handed the jailer seemed sufficiently heavy to him so he holstered his pistol and gestured for the two to precede him down the tunnel. Abigail led the way, conscious of the man at her back, and not reassured by the presence of the guard behind him. Out of the tunnel the guard patted the pouch in his pocket to reassure his co-conspirator who tossed a cloak to Cole. ‘Walk out. No one notice.’ Abigail hesitated. ‘He’s right,’ Cole advised. Wade, North Carolina. An old farming community just north of Fort Bragg. Early settlers came here in search of suitable land to grow their crops. Tobacco, cotton, soy beans and the apple orchards that bloom this time of year. I have a pecan tree in the yard and the song of the blue jay comes from it. I live in a little shanty. A small place where relaxing is easy. I read and eat from the same place. A small table just off the kitchen with a window next to it. A small bedroom with a twin bed. It pushed against my lips and I slowly opened my mouth to allow it in. Before yesterday I hadn't even considered kissing a boy and now I was sucking on my second cock.I tried to scream when I felt the other cock firmly pushing against my tight opening. He met resistance, but didn't give up and I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my groin as he entered me. With my mouth full of another cock, I could only grunt and moan as he pushed deeper inside.He would stop, pull out a little and then push inside.