As aresult, it was absolutely impossible for me to tell the actual andimaginary events apart.However happy I was to be alive, reasonably well and in p...ssession of afunctioning automobile, that was only the beginning. Staying hereindefinitely was out of the question, but coming up with reasonableother courses of action was not easy.I glanced over my shoulder at the back seat and spotted an item that hadslipped from my mind completely: Jake's AR-15. At least the expensiverifle was accounted for,. Yeah. What was your first clue?" Sarcasm was the only defense I could come up with; there were unshed tears threatening in my eyes, and my only alternative was to start crying and beg.It felt like punishment for being flip when he left my ear alone, but when he attacked the corded muscle in my neck with his lips and teeth instead, I cried out, belatedly stuffing my fist in my mouth to muffle the noise. I could feel wetness dripping down to dampen the back of his tunic under me, and I writhed. The two of them sat there as Henry went through the list of names of muscle groups, crazy names to Ben but what with government and all he did sort of understand. Why in the hell did they need to call someone's butt a "Gluteous Maximus" was beyond him. Butt, or fanny was way easier in his mind.It got worse from there so Ben sneaked away to his garage and left them to it.Henry never asked for anything in return, so Julie had invited him over for a nice dinner a few times. Ben had found the guy. He was struggling with his own discomfort as he had no idea how to surreptitiously move his hard cock into a more comfortable position.His next move gave him some leeway, but he knew he had to move fast else Shelly would notice how turned on he was himself. “Look straight ahead now, settle your left foot slightly behind your right.”She moved slightly, “Like this?” she asked, peering over her shoulder again.“Yes. Now take your hair in a bundle behind your head and lift unto your toes.”As she.