So far, that had not happened but she kept her hopes up. Carol knew she was not unattractive, at least to most men. She had a curvy bottom and large ...reasts, which would cause some to call her fat but she knew the majority of men would find her figure attractive, even sexy. In addition, she had a pleasant face with regular features, a clear complexion and neatly coiffed dark brown hair. Although not a great beauty, she considered her looks to be a major asset and one she hoped she wasn’t. Now who is it? I’ve got 10.”“I’ve got eight,” said Mark, holding up a scrap of paper.“How about you Larry, can you get closer than ten?” asked Charlie.Larry stood up, his erect penis pointing at Sarah, “It seems I have lucky number 17.” He waved the printed number in the air.“Ok Sarah,” said Charlie, his voice suddenly serious, “here’s the deal. We know why you are here and you know why we are here. But what we need from you is a clear demonstration that you are willing to give us your body. My cock was hard and I could feel it pushing against my pants, begging to be released. I slowly began to push my lower body into hers, grinding on her, she could feel my manhood and what she had done to it. With me on top of her and my hands holding her hands behind her head I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and said, “Please tell me if you want to stop, it has been a long time since I have done this and I might not get the signal you want me to slow down.” “I promise you will know if I. " Ambrose replied to the voice. "It took many but not all of us. My god it really is you! Cousin! It's Typree!" The voice shouted even more excited. Again Ambrose blinked Typree? His uncle's son? Shaking his head again he thought Typree was one of the first he'd heard that had died! "If you are Typree what was your brother's first name!" Ambrose demanded. "Bother? Ambrose! I haven't a bother you know that! Just an irritating sister, Ow! Stop it Adina!" The voice shouted. "He was my friend.