There was no sign to proclaim the name of the town that they approached, but Desmond knew it was the right one because the first thing he saw was a ro... of bad-looking bikes outside a depressingly unimpressive bar called "Lizard Piss". It was a school day but no children were seen heading to school and the streets were unusually empty. It could be that most of the town folks had headed to even more rural parts of the county or were just keeping inside their homes until the situation had become. . Getting ****d by yourfriends is a lot more fun than school...Can I?...You said you'll turn me into acum-bag...Remember?...Please?...I'll be a good slut, Mommy...I promise!" Lucysaid in her little girl voice. Lucy's mother ran her fingers in Lucy's hair and grinned at her smilingdaughter."Yes...My little slut can stay home today...In fact...You don't have to go backto school...EVER!...Would Lucy-cunt like that?...Ha...ha...ha...See cumslutslike us only have to know how to be good cunts. We. As it turned out both Andrew and Mark really liked fishing, and they had decided to look into hiring a local houseboat with a couple of other guys (whose names weren't familiar to me) for one of the weekends coming up. With disinterest Jan shrugged her shoulders, but I thought it was a good idea as Mark had been working hard and deserved some time off. Mark and Andrew ended up talking about fishing most of the night while Jan and I talked about movies and current events and we both got quite. I had lost track of the number of times they'd cum on me and in me. I had cum twice already myself, and still I found I wanted more. I looked around, lying on the floor, still breathing heavy, and coated and covered with cum. Greg motioned toward my husband, whom I finally saw, standing near the back. "This is the husband," he said. Everybody turned to him. He looked like the deer in the headlights. I don't think he expected them to know that. "He," master said, "gets the honor of the last fuck.