“I’m getting really tired of this crap,” they said as the waist, thighs, and legs of the track pants filled out to Tristan’s invisible shape, ...aising a hollow leg and sweeping over some left over food items from the top of the microwave where they fell to the floor in a cacophony of sound onto the floor. Several other of Tristan’s clothing items stirred at this sound.“Dude, cut that out, you’ll wake him up and he’ll see us!” A pair of Tristan’s Under Armour athletic shoes said, stepping over to. Slowly I push the head inside and I feel a strong resistance. "Ahhh, ooohhh, shiiiiit!!" is your response to my action. I feel your ass lips relax so I push ever deeper inside.I push to more extreme depths and with your tits still squashed on the table you turn your head to look at me and say "Never...stop...fucking...me...EVER!" Then your eyes close tight shut as my balls touch the tight skin around your anus. While I continue to batter your hole, you reach between your legs and begin to. You don’t tell me to hush – you don’t have to … I get the point and realize that if I fight this will end badly. So I stop struggling and wait for a better moment when I can resist and maybe get away then … You tie my hands behind my back and take your belt off for my ankles but you don’t hog tie me just bind my ankles so tight it hurts to move them … the hard leather from the belt is burning on my skin but I don’t say anything out of fear … you start rubbing your now hard cock over my ass and. Most of the people were drinking highballs. His father, naked and with a soft cock, was mixing drinks at the portable bar. Cliff was sitting on another couch, with his big cock about half-hard. He looked as if he might have already had too much to drink. Which was unusual, because most of the time there wasn't any heavy drinking at the sex parties.There seemed to be a general discussion about local politics. Rod realized that there were other couples in the bedrooms, as the number of cars.