“Pound it to her, Gramps. Give her that baby she has been wanting.”“Do you really want me to make a baby in you ?”, I huffed and pu...fed.“Oh, yes, Gramps. More than anything in the whole wide world.”“Then hang onto your sox, young lady, because here it comes.” I groaned as what felt like a continuous stream of cum began pumping into her.Our cheering section went wild, which was not too surprising since a good proportion of them might well be cheerleaders.It was difficult to keep from. But it didn’t taste right. It was too hard. Something was wrong. She started to wake up to try and figure out what has happening to discover that the man was real, but the mountain top and strawberry were very much a dream. Instead they were in what appeared to be a darken room and he was putting a decent sized ball gag into her mouth. Suddenly her brain began to fight against the fog. He could see it in her eyes. He knew she was afraid of gags because her sinuses often became suddenly stuffy. Sie reißt sich jedoch genug zusammen, ihn nur anzuregen, aber nicht die Erlösung erreichen zu lassen.Anschließend machen sie sich strandfertig und begeben sich zur Hotelrezeption, wo Mara schon auf sie wartet. Nach einem kurzen Spaziergang haben sie die versteckte Bucht erreicht, breiten ihre Strandtücher aus und entkleiden sich, bis alle drei nur noch Badehose oder Bikini tragen. Tina registriert, wie Maras Augen an Stefans breiter Brust hängen. Auch Stefan genießt offensichtlich den Anblick. "Where?" On the wall. By the tube. To the left of the beer ad."Still smiling, but now a wicked smile, Simone remarked, "If you get out of line later on, now I will know where it is." Exactly." Brian carefully avoided any lighthearted expression.Simone was silent for a very long time.Brian was silent for a long time too.Simone spoke first. "So... you want to get whipped?" Certianly not. I am not one of those guys who gets off on pain. But... but I am - and please don't spread this around - I am.