I was still tired. It was too painful to move.I woke up. Eleven in the afternoon. I was getting worse. I was getting thirsty. I had to use the ba...hroom. I could barely move.Someone was knocking on my front door. I could hear the faint pounds downstairs through my closed bedroom door. They were loud; maybe it was Camryn coming over to see if I was mad. I tried yelling.“Help,” a weak cry was all that came out. Did I lose my voice? What was happening to me?The knocking stopped. I laid. Oh, no. This was the mother of all orgasms. Hard, horny, stimulated and used for hours with no release orgasm. Fifteen or twenty strong contractions, with each one my ass gripping that finger. Cum must have been everywhere, the first few jets hit my face. I could feel the rest all over my chest, my cock, running down my balls. “You sissy bitch! I just barely touched you! Fine! You want to cum, huh? Cum you will. I will make you squirm, bitch boy!” Jenny screamed. I felt the gag being ripped. We were nuzzling up and getting handsy before we even noticed that Lexie had pulled into our traditional spot behind the old garage.No words were spoken. Deedee climbed over the middle seat, once again practically dragging me over with her to fall into a giggling pile of teenage limbs in the far back of the van.There was still plenty of light, and I could see Lexie moving over to Mitch as Deedee and I started making out in earnest. We were hungry for each other. We had missed each other. I was. I had a tie-down strap I could use like a winch to pull it up, but that would take a lot of time. So I decided to try getting a running start to push it up instead.I pulled the bike back about 60’ and groaned as I pushed it hard up to jogging speed. The furniture dolly hit the ramp with a sharp blow that rocked the pickup and almost slowed me to a halt. With strength I didn’t know I had, I barely managed to push it into the bed. In a rush, I grabbed the ramp and closed the tailgate. Immediately.