That was what I heard as I approached. "So how's everyone doing here? Anyone need another drink?" My Dad looked at me with this wicked grin and said... "We are doing just fine here. Having a great conversation about marriage." I nodded my head and walked away. I heard my Dad asking Alphonse if his son agreed with the freedom in marriage ideas. Alphonse said, "I don't have a son." My Dad said, he was talking about his own son...me. Wendy started speaking in the enthusiastic way she always. As soon as I am unhooked from the ladder, I begin to wobble from the lack of solid footing; ultimately unable to balance, I fall backwards in my bundle and find myself staring up at the hole through which we have entered. A handful of agents, navigating the soft surface like comparative experts, rolls me over unceremoniously as they rip off my transport wrap, exposing once more my straitsuited body.Frustrated, I try to get back on my feet. But though I am able to roll on to my stomach and back,. Then I stuck another finger up his ass. In fact, I stuck them all up there minus my thumb of course and tried to make a fist. Colt was squirming like crazy and moaning like a mad-man. “Jack yourself.” I told him. Then I pulled his ass to the edge of the bed and placed my dick before his stretched virgin hole. Then I pushed with all my might against his skinny body, popping the head in on the first try. Colt yelped a little. His jacking-off got sporadic, especially as I forced more of me into. Cynthia’s heart was beating a hundred miles per hour and her breathing was getting more erratic as Jason used his free hand to masturbate while his eyes were locked on hers as the pressure of the balloon was pressing against her lungs and heart and it was a race to see if the balloon would rupture and kill her from the force of it or she would die from her organs being crushed. As she gasped trying desperately to suck air into her lungs the balloon exploded and skin, blood and pieces of.