" "Would the rest of you agree with this gentleman and confirm the fact that our young Mr. Gibson here and I are not in cahoots with one another, owin... to the fact that I never had the opportunity to enlist his help prior to his joining me on stage?" Though more than a few members of Jeff's party were as dubious and reluctant as Bob Carlson had been, Magatrix managed to coax a tentative agreement out of the group. "All right! Now that we've got all of that sorted out, what I like to do now is. He was the only other person who had been to the cabin since they had bought it. It was their favorite place for a weekend getaway. She had met Charlie there before, but she was sure that she had never told anyone about that. She drove, occasionally glancing into the mirror and trying to see her abductor. Only once did she see enough to confirm that it might be Charlie. He had a man-sized neck and shoulders and was wearing a black motorcycle helmet with a dark faceplate. His clothing was also. I shot about a gallon of hot baby goo up her sweet snatch. At twenty-eight she still seemed tight. Even at twenty-six I was strictly a Johnny-One-Squirt but before it was over I came three times, until my boys were shooting blanks. A dream come true. More than that. I'd never in my wildest teen dreams ever imagined Cheryl's hot twat would someday be squeezing my weenie and milking my balls dry. When we were done she pulled her legs up, knees over her shoulders. I thought she wanted something. I finally decided to flex my creative muscle a bit and become a moreactive member of the community here on FM. I have much bigger plans thanthis, actually. This was merely a side-though while developing a muchlarger literary concept. A driving theme to all my works that will beposted here. But my overarching idea isn't TG in and of itself, so I feltit was more respectful of your community to start out with more run-of-the-mill bits of drabbling wank-fic.