‘Ha!’ I almost choked on my refreshed drink. ‘You’re surely not referring to that paltry bit of goods you have hidden in your trousers, are yo...?’ ‘Well, I’m a grown man, now… and my ‘paltry bit of goods’ has developed into a full grown man’s cock.’ ‘Cock. That’s the last word I’d use to describe that thing… I’d have to stand right over it to get a good glimpse.’ ‘Wouldn’t you like to?’ he asked impishly. ‘You may think I’m drunk… but I’m not that drunk.’ ‘Oh, come on! Be a sport, Liv!’ ‘I’m not. .....,” I gasped, the breath taken out of me as a fist plunged deeply into my already thoroughly used cunt. The single fist then fucked me with the same metronomic precision that appeared to be a trait of my defiler. I panted and wheezed. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, this time my bladder let go as the relentless fist drove deep into my bulging birth canal. I squirted uncontrollably as I descended over the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. I could feel wetness all down my thighs. Ldkiyo k malish blouse m nahi ho skti to tumhe ye blouse aur petticoat utarne padege usne mana kar diya boli nai me nai utarugi aap aise h kar do phir wo let gayi mene uske hath s chalu kiya phir uske pair p karne laga dhire dhire m uska petticoat upar karte gaya usne bhi kuch nai kiya phir m uski pith masalne laga uska petticoat uske ghutne tak tha phir mene uska sidha kiya aur uske pet par malish karne laga mene usse puch ki kaisa lag raha hai to wo boli bada maza aa Raha hai mene himmat k. I mean, it couldn’t have meant anything, could it? I was still grieving for my beautiful Debs. Still missing her so much that some nights I cried myself to sleep, or some mornings I would get up and my pillow would be wet where I had been crying while sleeping. At the end of the three days in Savannah (I had now been gone for five days), I finally returned home, very, very early on Monday morning. There was a letter taped to my front door. I was almost afraid to open it. Dear Sam, I owe you.