One: That we would fuck again before I left to go back. And two: that we would continue fucking every time we had an opportunity, behind Carina my hus...and's back. I quickly said "yes"! He asked for a second and louder answer, I confirmed "YES of course Goddamit!" while grinding deeply onto each down stroke!Tim continued drilling deep in me he confided that although he and Carina had fucked that night and even a few times in the last week he had purposely not cum as he wanted to leave his large. His tone hasalways been calm and devoid of emotion. It frightens meenough to overcome my weakness and I grip the edgeharder, forcing myself to remain erect as he desires.He walks away, and with my head tilted against the deskI watch him pick his jeans up off the floor and removehis belt from the loops. It is well-worn brown leatherabout an inch and a half thick, ending in a simple goldbuckle. No, no, please no, I think. I am sure I couldnot possibly stand it if he were to hit me with thatnow.. I stepped to the curb and tried to remember where I'd left that goddamn car. I remembered, and it was a blur between that moment and this moment now as I prepared and sat down, again noting the filth, the green buggers, shit streaks, and dirty limericks. Although they appeared hazy at best, I easily made out one note left in the stall for other's reading enjoyment. I saw letters scrawled on the door: 4 bloody good time, MEAT Joe here @ 11pm. I grinned at that, finding it funny. I had just. There were no roads on the island, just tracks for four-wheelers. Acting on the advice of Max she kept fifty yards behind his tail lights to avoid the dust ribbon behind his four-wheeler. They parked their ATV’s. ‘Where’s Thomas?’ she asked. ‘Here,’ Thomas said, looming in front of them, switching on a lamp under his chin and sticking out his tongue grotesquely. Amelia screamed and turned to run but Max caught her and spun around her around. He and Thomo were cackling away like a hen rising.