Ron was staying overnight with Tom so he didn’t need to go home early either. The Stevens’ house was on a large lot – about an acre, I think –...and the back part had a lot of trees. Closer to the house there was a fire pit with benches around it. Mrs. Stevens lit a fire and brought out some brownies, milk and some other stuff and we all sat around the fire eating, drinking and laughing. After about a half hour Mrs. Stevens went back inside but left the rest of us out there. I’m not sure who. Abi wasn't screaming at that though, big strong dark hands were holding her hips, throwing her back and forth as a monster black cock the size of her forearm pounded her pussy, slamming into her womb and making her whole body tremble as Markus fucked her.Abi could feel herself about to cum again, she'd lost count of how many orgasm's Markus had given her tonight, Jess had come home and they'd all fallen into wild crazy sex around 6 in the evening, now it was creeping up on 1 and they hadn't. As she sat, glancing out the window, she figured that, later, when the plane was in the air, she'd go find Woody, exclaim loudly about seeing her long lost friend, after "all these years" and beg whoever was sitting beside him to let her catch up on old times. She pulled her book out of her bag. She hadn't gotten a single page read while she was in Arizona. Meeting Woody turned out to have kept her from reading the book at all. She sighed, opened it up, and got ready to get at least a page. They played me like a piano!”“And Connie hasn’t been subtle. She doesn’t know you well enough. She tried aggressive, and it failed because you don’t go for that, at least not the first time. I know you can get control of this. That’s why I’m not worried. But, and don’t take this the wrong way, please don’t get control of it quite yet. Have some fun. And, no matter what, even if you solve your problem of needing to please everyone and let them control you, don’t apply that to Stephanie.”“You.