They would likely post it only on one site if at all. It just wasn't likely to be seen by anyone who mattered. At least I reasoned that when my thinki...g became clearer."I planned to go back to my life as usual, once my various pains went away. The pain, from the men trying to force their way down my throat, was still very much present. My ass hurt and I had false urges to use the bathroom all day. I knew they would go away eventual but if I kept stretching it, I was going to have problems. At. .you'll be fine baby boy....your first uncut and BBC in your ass...I pull out and L.J. slips in easily...Mors whimpers for a few minutes but soon starts moaning...L.J.'s dreads are flying all over his face...he turned and said to me put your BWC in me now! I stroked my cock for a few minutes than lubed it up and just shoved it into his ass...he jumped but all of me got in him...now they both started to become rhythmatically sliding up and down the cocks...I hear my son say "L.J. you are. As my toes touched the ground Snickers burrowed his snoot in my crotch. "Snickers! What are you doing? Get your nose out of my butt!" I complained, but his wet nose crunched into my pussy and I got a tingle all over. I was a little embarrassed as I turned back to Rusty, Amber's dad, and smiled. "Snickers is happy to see you Wendy!" Rusty said as he put his arm around me & guided me into the living room. I never looked at Rusty in a sexual way before, but he was holding me so close and I was. He remembered sitting here while this dripping-wet nymph worshiped his tool with her mouth, the very vision of happiness. He reminisced how they made love in this very river, their bodies moving together, fully embedded in each other, completely surrounded by water, itself constantly moving. They made love; REAL love, the way the poets described how love should be. These memories kept him alive during many hopeless nights in the jungles of the central highlands of Vietnam.Suddenly, Lenny.