It was Larry Craig, not the devil, who made me do it…..My boyfriend and I were driving down the highway when the news of this incident came on the r...dio. He began to laugh. I had no idea what kind of lewd conduct a man would enter into in a public restroom, so I asked him what was so funny about it. When he began to explain the whole understall scene to me, and I could hardly believe it!Now I know what you are thinking, and yes, of course I asked him that. He said no, he had never. At a loss for words, I smiled down at my sweet Emily. I leaned down to kiss her, and as I did so, I took my cock in my hand and guided it toward her pussy. I was rock hard and throbbing with anticipation. At long last, I entered her. I felt the head of my cock part and slide between the lips of her pussy. The feeling was nothing short of magical, and was even more intense than I could have ever expected in my wildest fantasies. I felt as if my aching, throbbing manhood was suddenly enveloped in. The thought of him putting his filthy dick, with her own dried fluids on it, into her mouth was revolting. The thought of his sperm flooding her throat was even worse. He knelt down and undid the gag around her head and pulled the sodden handkerchief from her mouth. She felt him fumbling with the ropes that still bound her hands around the sapling. Then, her hands were free. The sailor, still drunk and slightly unsteady, grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. "Oh God, please don't do this!. I think he's a dope. Poke her butt hole with a good-size pole (like mine) and she goes bat shit. Better hold on tight though, because she’ll buck you off faster than a Brahma bull. Oh, yeah, I do Robin on Wednesdays—hump day. Thursday is the high point of my week. That's when I get to spend an hour or more with Brittany, a twenty-something trailer-park type with big hair and a dynamite body. I've never seen her in anything but Spandex outfits. She's shacked up with a computer geek who's on the.