Only my arms around his neck, and his deeply-buried cock, held me up. “You're filling me,” I squealed. "Fucking hell… oh yes, you're filling me...right up.” “I'm gonna fill you with spunk,” he hissed, and I thought I could die from the pleasure his prick was providing. “Fuck, yes," I gasped into his mouth. "Shag me, darling, fuck my fucking brains out." I felt his hands on my ass and I squealed again as a finger slid into the tiny puckered hole. "Look what he's doing to me, Andrew." My. "Turn left there ... on the other side of that big oak tree!"she said. It suddenly dawned on the teenager that they were headedtoward the low coastal hills, and when he saw the narrow dirt roadbeyond the large oak tree, he realized she wasn't talking aboutjust any old place. In the rear view mirror he could see theshimmering lights of the harbor area, spread out below ... acarpet of colored jewels. "Stop here!" she said suddenly. "O.K., you fooled me. I haven't the slightest idea. " "I'm going to go get your some ice chips, ok?" He squeezes my hand and brings it up to his lips. "Are you ok?" he murmurs against my hand and tears come back to my eyes. "Yes, baby, I'm fine," I whisper and he smiles a small smile. "Baby? I like the sound of that. I remember you kept calling me that at the store, and I liked it." His eyes are closed again so I kiss his forehead. "I'll be right back, I promise." My voice still low, I slowly pull my hand from his and leave to get his ice. The night was so dull that we only rolled once. We got to a gang fight about 9 PM but it was all over. I took lots of shots of the crowd while Stonebridge talked to the Patrol Lieutenant. After he returned I followed Stonebridge around while he collected weapons. I also took photos of blood spots and their relationship to the scene. It was a busy time for me but it ended just before 11 PM."I was packing my camera case away when Martin, a man probably forty five or so, entered the lab communal.