My hands feel tired. Bloody gashes stretch down my arms. God in heavens!I take hold of her hips and fuck her ass all over again. It takes a while befo...e I can make myself stop. But I'm not like some guys. I can't cum continuously. Three on a good day, usually two orgasms a night and I'm spent. I don't want to cum in Mina's ass again.Mina, bless her love, doesn't help in the least. After a while, her tears dry out. She twists around and glares at me, meeting my eyes. I see her flinch every few. Apparently the terrorists were going to try to do a cycle biker bombing every day. Only on this morning, the biker ran into a redneck.Daryl Ragberry met the classic country definition of a redneck. Big dirty diesel pickup truck that had a frame lift kit installed for big knobby tires that one could hear coming a mile away that stuck out past the pickup body. The exhaust had been modified with two big chrome stacks sticking up behind the cab. There was a gun rack in the back window with NRA and. Somehow it was as though his body had tuned into to the effects of the drug as a result of his find. It didn't matter if it was good stuff or the cheapest dog ends of seeds and stalks, it was as though the drug's effects belonged to him. He was used to the hallucinations now; coruscating balls of light, the strange spiralling clouds of smoke, the presence of his guides, Strange and Mandrake. They were like good friends, steering him towards the solutions to his problems. He looked up at the. And now Sam was going to make one of her fantasies come true. But which one? They had talked about several, but two she remembered sharing was that she wanted to try a threesome with his best friend, Wayne, or her oldest friend, Cynthia. Sam had seemed eager to hear about both of these fantasies. Could one of them be joining them this evening?At noon, Sam called and told Jessie he would be home around 6, and her fantasy would begin shortly thereafter. He asked her to put on something sexy, and.