We were out with a couple of the boys when Henrico said offhandedly:"Chiquita, Poor Joe hasn't a woman, look how his cock salutes yourbeauty. You have...'t had a cock to suck for months because I'm too bigfor your mouth. Why not take charge of Poor Joe's hard-on that's allbecause of you." Poor Joe indeed looked forlorn, and his cock had indeedbeen saluting me for hours. We walked out on the porch of the restaurantand I sucked Poor Joe's cock. I was especially careful, bringing PoorJoe to the edge. A dick's head smearing substances at the entrance made me realize things were getting serious and had nothing to do with a little finger play, which with a bit of good will I actually learnt to find appealing. "Last wish?" I yelped. "Yes?" "A kiss?" "No." Without an overwhelming care or attention the tool sinking in my fold ripped it in two. I screamed like wild. Okay - you want fight - you get it. I don't care if anyone hears me and comes here for the rescue. He twisted my hair around. But I just denied and continue to strum the guitar strings. The next half and hour, he dragged a chair an seated beside me. He started to rest his hand on my inner thighs, and another hand just right under my breast to guide my hand movements. I felt my pussy getting damped under there, but each time he wanted to guide me into playing that particular note, his fingers might brush over my nipples. Its getting harder as each of those brushing becomes like a routine. He broke the silence by asking. I'd assume he's somewhere in the circle, but where?}{I'm not sure, Mike. Remember, all we're getting from this guy are surface thoughts. That makes it hard to zero in on him. Let's keep going and see if we can find any turnoff that goes toward the center of the circle.}{Okay, Sweety. I haven't seen anything on this leg of the circle. We'll go ahead and turn where we did before.}We made the turn and just seconds later Jude said, {Mike, there's a dirt track leading off to our left just ahead..