“Those pills had me crazy.” “But your leg, Gabe.” “It doesn’t hurt that much. I had a lighter prescription filled this morning. Mike mad... me go get it. The doctor told me to take it if I was in a lot of pain, but I can deal with what I feel right now.” When she made to protest, he laid his finger over her plush lips with a smile. “Baby, I swear, I’m good right now. If it gets bad, I’ll take the meds, but I don’t want to get hooked on those things.” Her look of concern turned into one of. A supersized picnic table lined with benches provided more than enough seating capacity for the thirty-seven females who made the colony their home. The table itself was a stunning thing of beauty. The tabletop surface consisted of wide pine planking sanded to a silky smooth sheen and then coated with dozens of layers of polyurethane.I took a good hard look around as we descended the stairs. Designed to appear humble, at least from a distance, the cabin functioned as a state of the art survival. And when my dick slipped into a hot moist cunt I gasped in surprise. It was something I hadn't expected. Wildly I began to thrust in and out of Leila. The feeling of rutting like a****ls out in the open and in the rain like this was exhilarating. I'd never done anything like it before. And the wonderful feeling of fucking her "cunt" was something else that made the whole experience something special. I had no idea how she'd accomplished it, all I knew was that Leila was incredibly hot, and I. After he got an orange juice he stood watching the people as he waited. The floor was crowded as the dancers, stuttered by the strobe, morphed from one move to another and interacted occasionally, one to another with coy looks as the postures continued. He felt awkward and angry. The one dance of the year and she wasn’t there. After half an hour he knew she wouldn’t be coming. Being stood up can be painful and it wasn’t the first time. He decided that it wouldn’t hurt this.