I'd already assumed that putting gas in Kim's car was going to be my job. I wondered if that was what Melissa had meant. She was gone for awhile and I...sat up to see where she'd gone. I couldn't see the other girls on their blanket anymore, so I stood up and suddenly felt myself get hit with a spray of water. Then the water started hitting me from all directions. The golf course sprinklers had come on. I grabbed the blanket and the bottle of wine and tried to run back to where the girls had. She wasnt air tight, as her pussy was being spared at the moment, but she almost couldnt breathe. Her senses were over loaded and she choked on the cock in front of her. This seemed to spur M and the other man on, as they both began to fuck her even harder and deeper. The point came where the other mans cock was so far down her throat, she spit up bile. He didnt care, he slammed her head up and down on his cock and used the bile as more lubricant for throat fucking her. She had never had anyone. So I took it inside the bathroom. I saw vaseline petroleum jelly there and decided to use it as lubricant. So I covered brinjal with it and put some around my ass. Then I first started with fingers to ease up the ass hole. Then inserted the mighty brinjal. To my surprise, it went in quite easily. So I inserted it completely and what a feeling that was. From that moment onwards, I got to know what I am hungry for. I then masturbated and during ejaculation, my butt hole walls contracted around. Beneath the suspenders holding up his fireman’s pants he wore a white T-shirt, tight across his broad chest and the sleeves stretched by the muscles of his arms. Not bodybuilder muscles, but lean, strong sinew rippling like steel cables under his skin. By the light of her burning F-150 she detected a tattoo of two fire axes crossed in an X on his left forearm and, on the upper part of his right, a fire truck tat half hidden by the sleeve of his shirt. Totally ignoring his own wound, he crouched.