Joey exited the Interstate at exit 124 and followed the signs to one of the fueling station. Gunther was out of the van as soon as it stopped.“I’m...going for beer,” he said and left Joey to fuel the van before joining him. The phone was ringing when they returned to the van some thirty minutes later.“Where have you guys been?” Chip demanded.“Busy! Where is he?” Gunther added in a growl.“He’s in Savannah, and no, I have no idea how he does this,” Chip told them in a grouchy voice.“Well, we ain’t. Every muscle in your body tenses, and your head feels like it will explode as the blood rushes to your face and tries to exit through every pore. The pending explosion wracks your whole body. Your back arches. You try to express your pleasure, but no sounds can be made. Then, suddenly, there is sweet release. As if a dam had broken, the pent up fluid escapes and rushes out of your body. Sounds begin to escape from your mouth -- guttural, animalistic sounds. A muscle or maybe more than one. The ladies from The Party of Sex were clearly enjoying themselves. The waiters were dressed in spiffy-looking uniforms but they were all young, muscular and black. They were very attentive in bringing us our drinks. There were other guests at the Full Moon Beach Resort but they were all white. There were a few young couples who were obviously newly weds as well as several older white couples who were probably married but maybe not to each other. "Who cares?" Miriam thought to herself, "We're. He lifted her from behind the neck until her lips met his, and again forced his way inside her mouth. His tongue frantically pressed over her, catching her teeth, lips and nose. He withdrew, and pulled away so he could again gaze at her unmoving form. He released his support from the back of her neck and her head fell back, bouncing hard against the bed before resting at a slight angle.He moved down, passing over her breasts for the time being as he moved to the bottom of the bed. Brian had.