" Du verdammtes Schwein, muss du jetzt auch noch meine Situation ausnutzenund einen Steifen kriegen?"Mit einem ?Platsch? trifft Jeanies Ohrfeige Siggi... Wange und mit einem?Zieeeeeep? verschwindet er aus der Flasche. W?tend stampft Jeanie in derFlasche rum und versucht sich wieder abzuregen.'Wenn ich schon mal hier bin, kann ich mich ja auch mal in der Flascheumsehen', denkt Jeanie und schaut sich in ihre Flasche um. Von Innen kannsie nicht erkennen, was sie immer im Flaschenhals abbremst, wenn. Joni licks the underside of her finger, then slips it back into her mouth. Her other hand pulls up her crop top, revealing two firm, natural breasts. To my surprise, Joni has an all over tan like me.I feel my cock pulsing, cum rising up from the swollen scrotum to the head of my cock. Quickly, I squeeze hard to stop from ejaculating. Joni’s eyes widen as precum oozes from the slit on the head of my cock.Joni takes both of her hands and rolls her stiff nubs between her fingers then moves one. Ian turned his head toward the strange sounds. Rebecca was on the ground crying and a big man towered over her."Get up!" Mike screamed at her.Ian was conflicted. He didn't feel he could do anything, but if this man was hurting Rebecca he couldn't just ignore it. He was afraid but he had to do something."Hey!" said Ian, louder than he was used to speaking.Mike turned toward the intrusion."What do you want?" Mike said. He glared at him.Ian felt sick to his stomach. He nervously said, "Are you. Trust me on that much.“Here’s the contact information. Ask for one of these people, except this guy. Larry Parsons. He’s dead,” Cameron showed me a list of contacts.All of them had the last names of Parsons, De Groot, Acolyte, Sanders, Brown, or Derby. Clearly, someone had a sense of humor. Sanders, as in Colonel Sanders, right? Derby, as in Kentucky Derby. I could grasp that much. But Brown ... why Brown? For whatever reason, there were far fewer names than people. De Groot ... De Groot, what.