.”I like my dirty stinking fucking smelly slack open shit locker being fucked “. Ray smiled spinning Amber round he stood before her “undress me...bitch” slowly Amber undid and removed his shirt tossing it aside she sank to her knee's undoing his trousers she new now by the shape in his trousers he was big, he didn't have on any underwear and when Amber pulled down his pants his cock shot up almost hitting Amber in the face. God it was so big more than ten inches, and round like her new baseball. One connection that had stirred your intrigue that bit more than the rest, a montage of mails exchanged over the weeks, his attentive words and thoughts that summed up your fantasy perfectly. A sudden eagerness to respond you begin to type articulating your forbidden desire in a more detail becoming consumed and blissfully unaware of those around. It was an age before the delayed train pulls into the station but pre-occupied you had barely noticed the time. Like a swarm everyone crowds around. She too gulped down several mouthfuls of cum and moaned with satisfaction as she did. Brandy held herself up only by gripping my shoulder as she panted heavily while her orgasm ebbed. When her breaths were more even I leaned my face to the side and drew her lips to my own. Murmurs of pleasure were shared as her heart slowed to a more normal pace and breathing became less labored. “Holy crap,” she sighed as she finally caught enough air to speak, “you guys are unbelievable,” and giggled as she. Grey Wolf just smiled knowing that they may have surprised me, but they would not have been able to kill me in my sleep. To thank me, Grey Wolf gave his battle tomahawk to me. It was hand forged with a 4" curving face and 6" long head seated over a 1" diameter oak handle 18" long. It was almost as big as my camp axe. I thanked Grey Wolf and knew the custom of always giving a gift in return of almost equal BUT NEVER GREATER value, since that would be considered rude.Reaching behind my back, I.