"Oh really?!" I asked. "And what is that darling Carla?" as if Ididn't know what she was thinking."Welllll," she teased. "I don't want to spoil your a...petite. But howabout a little cream pie before dinner?"I giggled. "Sounds nice," I answered, understanding exactly what shehad in mind."Good," she said. "Are you ready then?" As I'll ever be," I replied.Carla rose off of my flaccid penis. As she let my cock fall out ofher, she placed her hand over her pussy to prevent any of my lovejuice from. And with that, I guzzled the concoction down my throat and slammed the glass vigorously on the table. The bartender smiled. "Hmmm. That tasted almost like juice, what kind of alcohol was in that?" I asked "It's the bar's special tonight." Satisfied with what the bartender told me, I nodded my head and thanked him. I was about to ask for another beer when just then my stomach started feeling a little strange. It didn't really ache, but it felt full for some reason... extremely full. "Ah, that. He pushed his hands into my sides and thrust harder, making me moan louder. I was wanting every inch, every thrust to get deeper in me. I was hoping that his family wasn’t hearing us since his sister was my best friend. He whipped me around, fucking me from behind in my tight pussy. It felt so good for his dick to fill me. I could feel it throbbing and my pussy pulsing as he slammed me down hard on his cock. My pussy was getting so sloppy wet that the juices started to just fly everywhere. I. At least she was wearing slightly more clothes than the previous morning’s too short t-shirt, thank god for small mercies. She walked slowly down towards the lake and I watched her, trying to gauge her mood, wondering if I should make myself known to her, not knowing if my presence would be a comfort or an annoyance, or perhaps most worrying of them all, if it would frighten her. She sat down on a flat stone by the water and pulled herself into a small Rose-shaped ball. I kept looking at her,.