I remembered talking briefly to Lisa and her mother. And then I remembered what her father did to me.Voices startled me from my memories. I was breath...ng heavily and the fear of those memories faded quickly. I was happy to be in a store's dressing room only wearing a pair of cashmere underwear, rather than facing Mr. Hartwell's wrath again. Unfortunately, panic replaced fear because it sounded like those voices were coming to the dressing room I was in.It was bad enough that I had to slip out. I opened more, stretched a little more, then……OH MMMYYYY GGGOOODDDDDDD it was in and my anus closed around the relatively smaller thickness of their wrists. Now I could sink down faster. A slight pause and adjustment and they were inside my colon, my anus spreading open again as the three forearms entered me. I sunk down until my ass was resting on their biceps. I lifted off them, then back down again, fucking myself on this huge cock. Faster I went and this was the most erotic feeling of all.. Ididn't realize I needed to share it!" Morgan said."True, but you could have figured it out just by looking around the roomfor another closet," Chris said."I'm not an engineering major, like you are. I'm in voicecommunications. You know, the talking head degree. We don't have tothink about what we're saying. We just read it off the teleprompter,"Morgan said.I laughed, which broke up the argument."Tell me, have I ever kissed my new girlfriend?" I asked."Not in the traditional sense" Morgan. That morning we decided to drive to the park rather than to take the short walk so we packed the trunk with everything that we might need which included our straw tanning mats, two folding lawn chairs, beach towels, tanning lotion, camera, Barb’s “special” business cards, rubbers, a few packs of extra cigarettes, our toothbrushes, toothpaste and a large cooler containing a case beer with plenty of ice.We then took a quick shower together before getting semi-dressed for the short drive. Barb.