I looked over to the family, who were making their way to the water, besides my dad, who was just chilling there with his cigar. This cigar really mad... it funny. I had to double take a second, because the paper looked cut. He was holding it funny too. I smelt the same stink as I had the past night. My dad was lighting a blunt. I was so proud. Paige and I walked up holding hands, and I asked:“Dad, what are you smoking?”“Whatever it was under the seat in your car.”FUCK.“Can I share? I won’t tell. I decided to take a leaf from his book and obtain a cornet myself.In my barrack room was a member of the RAF Halton Military Band. I can't remember his name so I shall refer to him as "Bob". He played the euphonium, was excused boots, was working his ticket, and belonged to the 80th Entry, although none of that necessarily made him a bad person. I asked him if he knew where I could get a cornet, and Bob said to leave it to him. True to his word about a week later he turned up with a beautiful. Now at the 60 second mark her arm goes limp and I feel no fight from her.I pull my cock out flip Carol over onto her stomach, turn her so her feet are on the side of the bed, lifting her waist up she starts to revive some pulling Carol back to the edge. I lean over open the night stand, pull out a some lube, shove it into her ass with my fingers, pull them out and rub it up and down my cock. At this time she start to stir even more I grab her waists on both side and ram my rock hard cock deep. I drag Christina along until she snaps out of it then we both start running at full speed. I resist the urge to look back that’s what makes girls in the horror movies trip. When I see movement out of the corner of my eye I try to stop and put an arm out to stop Christina as well. I start to slide and lose my balance landing on my back just as the werewolf is landing on the ground were we would have been. As I try to get up my hand slips on some mud so I roll over and start to get up as.