‘Im positive this isn’t a dream… it can’t be!’ ~*~ “Naruto… Can you go inside me?” She said as quiet as a mouse with her fac... beet red. ‘WHAT!? WHAT DID YOU JUST ASK!???’ raced thru her head, she wished she could’ve took it back.“Do you really want that Hinata?” he said running his hands down her back squeezing her butt cheeks a bit firm. It sent an electric shock up her spine. “Mmmhmmm...” she said in her throat. ‘Hinata what are you saying? What’s happening?’ she thought. Naruto. Be careful not to rub yourself on his cock, we don’t want to let him enjoy this.Carl straddled John’s prone body arranging the head of his cock to one side of my thong, he slid in to his full 8” length his shaved balls slapping against John’s chin and throat.John started to resist, pushing up against Carl’s spread thighs with his chest.“John”, the single word was like a whip crack as Anne admonished him. John collapsed once more apparently accepting his humiliation.Carl started to up his rhythm. Then all three of us would be on stage for the final, ‘blow their socks off’ encore to close it out. What we needed to work out between all three groups was to come up with a list of four or five songs for that final encore. Mark from the Divinyls had suggested ‘Make You Happy’, since we had done that with them earlier, and Don Walker from the Chisels suggested ‘Bow River’ and ‘Rising Sun’. We had chosen ‘Nutbush’ and ‘Fast Woman on a Slow Train’. The other two groups had sent over cassettes of. I had drawn plans in the sand and proposed to the girls we undertake the building of a new more substantial home. The two were enthusiastic until construction was underway and the amount of hard effort involved became apparent. I finally had to resort to the use of a bamboo switch to generate motivation on the continued gathering of construction material.I planned on a large structure by combining and strapping together lengths of thick bamboo with malleable bands of heated sheet metal from the.