..that was me,” Carl mumbled to himself repeatedly and he wished for a chance to see Beatrice more than for life itself. He hurt and was tired but a... he started to fade there was what he could best compare to the sound of someone sucking the last of their drink through a straw as he saw the water recede from around him. Suddenly he was falling again as his platform gave way and he, the flaming debris and the water fell into the concrete cellar of the old mill building.“C'mon! Take me already!”. "I knew you loved me and would come home."She thought Jerome was me! I then noticed Mark standing nearby looking nervous. I wanted to rush in and break up this party, but my feet were frozen to the spot. Jerome was wearing his tight shorts again and no shirt. His well muscled chest was glistening with sweat and his shorts bulged out obscenely. She opened her eyes and tried to roll over, but his left hand rubbed her back, holding her down, while his right hand was working it's way under her. "Remind me to thank that young man if I ever meet him," he said.Then Julia was on her back, with hands and mouths eagerly exploring every inch of her body. Her legs were pulled wide, so they could examine her most private places, then one was inside her, his cock filling her tight pussy while the other two were either side of her head, and taking turns using her mouth on their rigid members while teasing and gripping her tits in rough hands.She had been aroused so much before meeting the three,. " He's not stuffy at all," Stacie began. Then she realized that Heather was joking. She laughed along with Heather. The two girls embraced. It looked as though they already on their way to being friends.I led the way to the car. Heather and Stacie followed chattering away. I couldn't help but be amused by the physical difference in the two. Both girls were beautiful but in very different ways. Stacie was petite and curvy, while Heather was tall and slim. Stacie was a golden blonde, and Heather.