Willing herself on, she re-took my cock with her right hand, jerking it several times, her face now cast into one of concentration and pure desire. Ra...sing my arms, I placed each hand on the top of the cubicle, and thrusted gently and slowly towards her mouth.She guided me in of her own accord, still jerking with her hand as her head motioned back and forth, taking the first three to four inches with ease. She did this several times, accommodating the thickness of my little man before looking. ”“Good God, Preston, are you alright?”“Yes, I’m fine now.”“Why would you do such a thing? Your book’s going to be published. You got what you asked for. You’re usually depressed, yes, but what on earth has gotten into you?”“I had a spiritual awakening, Don. That’s all that matters right now.”“You may have had a spiritual awakening, but you need a psychiatrist.”Don picked up the phone and said:“Hi, it’s Don. I need the number to Dr. Paul, right away.”“No, no, Don, I don’t need a. I knelt on the ground in front of her. She turned around and put herhands underneath her skirt. She reached around and pulled out a largebutt plug and placed it on the ground."You were wearing a butt plug?" I asked."Yes, Father. I wear a butt plug often," she said, as she reached backand pulled my cock under her skirt. She guided it to her wet hole.A light push and my cock went deep into her hole. I felt her tremble andthen she squeaked.I began to move my cock in and out. She squeaked two more. Throughout junior high, and most of high school, we would spend weekends together. On Fridays, we'd go to our town's only movie theater and watch the latest film. On Saturdays, we'd play D&D in Spencer's basement. I guess you could say that we were your typical socially awkward nerd boys.The island cured me of that. I hoped that this holiday would do the same for them.Spencer was one of the skinniest persons I've ever known. He was about the same height as I, but his thinness made him look.