We pulled up to the lake about a 6 pack and 30 minutes later. We ride all around it and nothing. Not a single person. "The party must have got buste... and I've got to pee." I told her as I came to a stop. "Me too! I thought you were never gonna stop." swinging her door open. "Where to next?" I asked getting out of truck. I heard her voice coming from the other side of the truck, " I guess back to town." Back to town it is. Another six pack in and about 3 miles to town, she turned down. Pulling a fabric bag over your head, I tighten a drawstring around your neck. Next I pick up your feet, shove them in before slamming the trunk.Feeling the adrenaline flooding your body, you pant for breath. Your heart is pounding so hard it feels like it will break out of your body. It's hard to think-- all you can do is panic. You jerk your wrists repeatedly against the handcuffs. Thrashing your head around, you rub it on the floor of the trunk, trying to get the hood off. Hearing a door slam. Well, when my hand brushed against her bum, she quickly turned grabbed my hand and shoved it down her panties and pushed my fingers straight inside her very wet pussy. I was naive and extremely inexperienced at this whole girlfriend and sex thing and was scared shitless.What the fuck do I do? What the fuck was John doing? (I still had no idea he was out to it.) What will Emma do if she realises? Should I try to pull my hand back? What if Barbara makes an issue of it?I had a girl humping herself. “Why does everyone assume I am gay?” he pressed. “You’re about the third person in the past six months who have asked me the same question. Do I act gay?”I quickly apologized. George plopped down on one of the patio chairs, running his hand through his thick black hair. I noticed his manhood was no longer limp but had begun to harden.“It takes a lot of self-control,’ he remarked, “to keep a stiffy down, when I see hotties like you and Sarah.”“You’re an amazing guy,” I replied, leaning against.