The pressure around my cock increased as well and started that lovely milking action, I knew that I would not last long, but also knew that Angie had ...ot yet cum. I decided to help her on her way, and slid my finger down her ass crack, until it pressed against her asshole. A little more pressure and inside it slipped. Finger fucking her ass gave me an extra urge as well, and luckily it did it for Angie, so almost simultaneously we came, she was penetrated by three of my fingers now, and me. If the rope was light enough we could even use a couple of milk jugs as markers."So that was what we planned to do. It was quite late in the afternoon by the time we got everything together. Most of us, including Mr. Whiskers, were in the tunnel. I had the rope tied loosely to Hector's waist. Hector was chomping at the bit, raring to go even though the water in the tunnel seemed pretty cold. This was his idea in the beginning and he wanted to prove it out. The actual attempt was anti-climatic. He was the guy who would eventually talk me into quitting college and going to discover myself in the school of hard knocks. He never did himself, the turkey, but Uncle Sam got me before his ideology did and I was Army bound. But anyway.I had to go into school with wet pants I couldn’t see behind me to discover just how bad it was. Here I was fearing meeting Linda and I had apparently peed myself. For a shy person this, all of it, was mind numbing embarrassing.The next and last class was a lab. "That's Bean of Freeport tartan." Yup." She leapt onto the bed and snatched it out of my hands, straddling my waist."But ... how... ?" Very limited edition," she purred, taking a handful of my hair and roughly pulling my head back, "We have some connections inside the company. Now open up, Vinnie. I want you to suck my cock."I stood on the pier by the Nantahack Yacht Club building wearing a pair of sandals and a shiny wet erection.In front of me, my girlfriend's little sister was securely tied.