’ ‘Just burn me and throw me into the sea.’ ‘Okay, come over here and hold these two handles!’ ‘Why?’ I blurted out. I felt like an old,...grumpy, and ever angry man. I wanted to be smooth, friendly, and upbeat. ‘We have to measure your fat and water composition, so that I can order the right sized urn.’ What startles me is not the claustrophobic and asthma inducing act I’m about to consent to. What startles me is my utter emotional flat line, like nothing registers anymore. The needle on my. I've been cruising the highways and by-ways for hours. And still you're not five miles from where you started." It's a long story," Cathy grimaced.A long story indeed, she thought. That bastard who'd picked her up on the island. "Sure," he'd said, "I'm going your way. Hop in."He was a pleasant enough guy to look at-in his early thirties, she supposed, neat, clean, with a groovy car. And they'd made the ferry with plenty of time. But as the boat pulled out of the island dock to begin the. . bare bottom one ... swat," she squeaked."And?" I asked. She looked at the fact that she was going to lie down on my cock."And to have skin-to-skin genital contact," she whispered, bending over and starting to lie across my lap. Her breasts dragged across my cock as she lay down. "And my breasts. And anyplace else you need or want to touch." She made sure that she wiggled against my cock as she got into position. I held her against me. She felt so incredibly good, and I had to admit this was a. She pointed at me meekly. I was six inches long, nothing special but more than good enough. He bade her to go to him and she relented, and sat on his lap. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and I looked under the table to see her stroking a thick cock through his pants. My mind was spinning. It wasnt like Cass to do something like that, even drunk, but what surprised me was the sight turned me on. I came back above, and Cass had eyes only for the dick. You want to see mine? Manuel was looking at.