A few times he had to pull one of the women's heads out of the water by pulling on their long hair.Gradually, after what seemed to Vincent like hours,...the river carried them toward the forest. Around mid day, when the sun was directly over his head, he saw the first trees growing near the bank of the river. By that time he was so weak that he didn't even try to get them all onto the dry sand. Instead he used his remaining strength to concentrate on the task of keeping one hand around the rope. If only she could go back in time and show off her thick girly cock. Maybe she would have gotten laid more often if she did. Bianca ordered her latte and picked it up further down the counter, right near where Lindsey was seated. She pretended not to notice her sitting there, and as she walked by Lindsey spoke up. "Bianca? Bianca Thickrod? Is that you?" Lindsey stood up, a large, friendly smile playing across her face. "I haven't seen you in forever!" Oh, Lindsey! Hi, how are you! I didn't. Keith then felt the Doc start to apply lube to Keith’s ass. He was rubbing slowly over the asshole and it was starting to cause Keith some serious hardening in the dick department. Then he gently touched him on the shoulder and said, "Here goes Keith", it seemed we had reached a point where we were on first name basis.And then it happened, Keith’s world came into focus on one single point and that was his asshole, then he felt a little pressure and suddenly the Doc was in up to his first. Stan wasn't the stereotypical bachelor with a home fit only for decontamination, but he wasn't the tidiest person either. Books and CDs were all over the living room and a couple of coffee mugs were beside what was obviously his favourite chair, planted right in front of the TV. Some DVDs were on the table next to it. Denise peeked — Stan was going through some old war movies. The books were more varied, ranging from romances through science fiction to popular science.Stan reappeared and said,.