You may also notice some other small differences; I try to reduce these but keep in mind that I’m making these stories up as I go along. I hadn’t ...hought it through at the time I wrote Part 1. These small differences will make the story more interesting. You’ll see!------------------------------------------________________________--------------------------___________I laid in my bed, wearing nothing but my yellow nightie, which clung to my body at the certain places where Mark had cum just. Poor kid! Looks like someone just fed her a fifth of bourbon and it's hitting her like a sledgehammer!She found herself moving across the room kneeling beside her sister-in-law, her arms going around her in a gesture of comfort. The big-titted woman, gratefully accepted her embrace, still shaking and quivering."Cari, you wouldn't believe what it was like," Tanya's voice quavered. "I can't find the words to describe it. But it's about ten times as strong as coming with just one man.. North of the lake, Mike slowed to turn up County Road 919. Shaundessy's Bait and Tackle at East Turtle Lake sold about five papers a week in the winter, but made up for it with fifty a week in the summer, so it was worth the stop, only a mile or so off the main road. It took a minute to go in and deal with the papers, but a good five minutes to get out of there, shooting the bull with Emil over where the perch were biting and where the ice was still safe -- nowhere on the river or the smaller. ‘You get a job in Italy, he gets laid. Nice work if you can get it.’ Drew made the mistake of staying exactly where he was while his words permeated into my consciousness. It was a mistake, because my reaction was to take a wild swing at him, my hand colliding with his face with a resounding slap. Have you ever had one of those moments when you feel totally disconnected from your body? When, although you know you must be awake, it feels more like you’re dreaming and that what you’re.