Kara’s friend Jen is getting married in about a month, so a group of her best friends decided to throw her a bachelorette party at a beach house in ...ontauk. They spent the weekend drinking, dancing, and having a grand ole time. Kara was pretty vague about the details of the weekend (which was to be expected) and I tried my best not pry when she got home. All in all it seemed pretty harmless. There was however one story that Kara did share that began very innocently, but proved to be quite. It poured into her slowly and methodically. It worked in, exploring her every crevice. It lightly prodded deeper, and deeper. Any spot that made her hysterically moan more than usual was remembered and explored again. It was like it wanted to make her scream. "Not there!" It filled her up and tickled her on the inside. It found a spot she could not resist. "Ahhhh~” The perverse shadows crawled up her collar and pulled her choker like a leash. "Ah!" then they entered her mouth. She tried to. He built a small hut under which all six crowded into at night to sleep.Ben, 40 years old was tall, slender, and soft-spoken. He had recovered from his coral wound and he and Douglas were the gatherers of food and cooks for the group. Douglas was the only one with shoes; he walked several hundred yards to the center of the island every day and gathered plantains, dug taro roots, and knocked breadfruit out of trees. Ben sometimes accompanied him, but his main job was to cook. Lacking any. " If it was just up to me, it would already be done," Ginny said."Of course it's all up to you!" Emma declared. "And it sounds like you're off to a damned good start." I wonder if I'll ever again have a secret," Ginny said with a giggle."So who has secrets here in the Heights, anyway?" Emma answered back.Ginny held back from starting the dancing, but once it started, she did not hold back. She did wait until the third dance to ask Rad, and he took over after that. After one particularly.