It sloped down to a smaller size at the bottom, like a funnel; there’s an opening about ten to fifteen feet across at the bottom. Granddad told me h... and Doolin threw some big rocks in it once and never heard them hit bottom.”“I know this will sound horrible, but what would happen if we found out they do actually live underground and we took some fuel, like gasoline or diesel over there and poured down it? I mean a LOT of fuel.”“I’m sure if the animal rights people ever heard us talking like. The first night when it all started when we were talking we would jerk off under the blankets. At first we didn’t admit to anything, we would quietly jack off and after we would blow our loads, we would pretend that we would have to pee and go to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. After a while we got comfortable enough I suppose to admit that we would be jerking off under the sheets and admit the moment we came afterwards telling each other it was time to go to the bathroom and wipe down. . See the school wall?" Oh, yes of course." Your young ladies sit on that fence..." They do not. That area is forbidden." ... and pull their skirts up almost to their hips, showing off their legs..." No!" ... and their knickers. Flash their breasts." This is hardly a crime, surely, though I will have to have words." Look over here. We mostly have lunch at the top of that wall over there, beneath the crane." Where, Sir?" There, between the two columns." You... Oh." Yes, 'oh'. The workers were. "Tell him whose pussy this is now," Carlos said. "It's your pussy now, daddy," I whimpered coyly. My husband didn't like me calling him daddy, I could tell."That's my girl," Carlos said.He spun me around and unclasped my bra. He pulled it off and ran his hands up my stomach from behind, grabbing my breasts, squeezing them, my nipples poking out, crying for attention. My eyes were closed as he kissed my neck and worked my tits with his masculine hands—goosebumps all over my skin.Carlos' tongue.