.. commercial fishermen ... bought their fish-rights from the Indians ... oh... 1770 or thereabouts.The smell of their hickory smoke mixed with the wo...derful smell of the last stand of first growth one hundred to two hundred foot tall white pines nestled in a little valley between the dunes north of town told me the light wind was out of the north.Daybreak.Anderson Salvage steam tug number 2 must have a contract for a tow because they saluted the Lifeboat Station as their massive bow slowly. " Then, with her husband in the conversation she adds "I'd love to try again. Consider us all sharing the same bed later on.". I've heard that term before. So here is the thought for the day for the big boys. 'With a foot long cock you never have to worry about being good !' I expect that is a truism.I pretty much nixed the idea of an overnight foursome. I have a tough enough time with Ken being Kristin's stud. I don't need another. I did have some fun though, I asked "Do you have. "No, I was just about to watch T.V. What's up?" I said, trying my best to mask my nasal voice"Don't give me that bullshit, Kiera. Why were you crying?"Shit. I'm busted."What? Boy, you're crazy. I wasn't crying. What makes you say that?" Your voice sounds like you're holding your nose and I can hear you breathing through your mouth like you've got a cold." Ok, you've got me. I was crying, but I don't wanna talk about it." You're gonna have to talk about it with somebody. You may as well do it. I struggled to get out of his grip but he was too strong. I was getting worried and was about to yell for help when the Indian guy climbed on the bed, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back and shoved his cock into my mouth and started to face fuck me. The guy in my mouth took my arms from the guy in my pussy and knelt on them and two other guys grabbed my kicking legs and spread me as wide as the could. I was helpless and being unmercifully pounded and thought, “ Fuck, this isn’t.