"But you're about to find out," Ann says.She goes over to the door and opens it. Phil, the front-desk clerk, walks in. As Ann lets go of the door, Phi... leaps on her. He wraps her in a bear hug and grabs the hair at the back of her head. He jerks back Ann's head and plants a sloppy kiss on her lips. I can see their tongues darting into each others' mouths.When Phil has enough, he pushes Ann away and fixes his gaze on me."Is that her?" he asks."Yeah," Ann says.Phil licks his lips. I squirm and. They’re dead and fed to the harbor and someone has to eat all this. You’re handy.”“You knew?” David asked.“The whole town knew ... all of us. You don’t peach on Adams Faxon. He was worse than his father ... and that’s going it some.”“How long have the Faxons been running things?” I asked.“Since before my great grand Da was born. Years and years. My family, the Cooks, have kept a secret record. I’ll fetch it.”The record was eight sticks with notches carved in the wood. The oldest were well worn. He stopped and gasped but didn’t give up. Another push. And another inch got in. I encouraged him by lifting up my pussy and pushing against. He put down his weight and inch-by-inch the whole length nudged in and filled up my sheath. Now it was my turn to gasp.‘Oh, what a tight hole yours is! It’s so clamped around the full length of my cock, I doubt if I can move it.’‘O papa, don’t say this and that. Fuck me and just fuck.’ I pulled at him.He moved his cock in and out and that was the sweetest. I started fantasizing about muscular tall studs surrounding me at a sex party. I felt their rough, thick hands grab my ass, pinch my nipples through my slutty, skimpy top. I gasped as one of them reaches under my skirt, rubbing up past my stocking tops and onto my lace covered clit while another, hiked my skirt up and pulled my panties aside from behind. I felt a wet finger circle and poke my asspussy. I bent over a bit and started pushing back on it until it slid inside. This fantasy has my.