He stood there gawking, much like he did in the diner, before declaring in a trance-like tone, “Oh my God! You’ve got a monster bush!” He stamme...ed at his surprising discovery. “I bet you’ve never even had it trimmed once!”Elaine made her point and lowered her dress, satisfied that the chubby pervert was proven wrong.”Can I have another look?” George begged. “It’s beautiful!”Elaine loved being the center of attention, and having the guys go crazy over her flashing her hairy pussy. She lifted. I was grateful as I didn’t want to be anyone’s late night floor show. I had eased up a lot the past week or so, but was not ready to embark on a night of voyeurism. We sat down on the edge of the jetty. He placed his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him, watching the water lap against our feet. It was nice and cool against my warm skin, the perfect antidote to what I was feeling in his presence. I placed my hand on his thigh. It was an instinctive action, suggestive without me. "I felt him apply pressure again on my head, as he slid his cock down my throat again, faster this time and with less patience. He pressed on, into my esophagus. My windpipe blocked again and when it did, he took his hand from the base of his cock and positioned it underneath my jaw on my neck, so he had a good grip on me, and then pushed on harder. His cock went in further and all I could do was count the seconds I was holding my breath. Ten, eleven, twelve..."The last bit, bitch, come on, the. I did my best to make myself scarce and kept a low profile in the background because my survival depending on my not being considered a threat to those around me.We only had one bed in the room but it was big enough for the three of us and we set up little pillow cots on the floor for the kids. When I was growing up as a small child on the streets of New York City, we would always get a laugh by saying “The Puerto Ricans are here” whenever we got into a messy situation that made us look like.