Katin, Sylvia and me are talking to each other as well smiling a lot to each other.# My next rule for Sylvia: "How to fuck a throat?"I tell Katin and ...ylvia: "Okay girlies, last session Sylvia has learned how I fuck Katin's pussy, now it is time to show her how I fuck Katin's throat!". Then I grab with one hand Katin's head hair, pull her head a little bit back, that her throat is one line without curves. Also I keep her head fixed that Katin's view goes straight, not looking to Sylvia or me.. Then I heard the door to the other cubicle creak open and then close,then the shuffling sound of someone dropping his kecks.Seconds later the sound of a lighter sparking and whoever was next door taking a long drag on a ciggie.Ok,hardly likely to be a copper,and would a queer basher have a fag-break,lol!So I relaxed a bit and set to stroking my aching knob,well couldn't let the old todger down now,could I? After a few more minutes I spotted a scrap of paper being pushed under the partition. The final entry that night though has always been a mystery, the father wrote, 'There's something strange happening in the creek' followed in big bold letters by the phrase, 'HE'S BACK!' In the morning the police found 5 heads around the camp fire and absolutely no bodies. The creek was dragged of course but they were never found. Since then, around every 5 years there's been a case where entire families have disappeared, right here." Haven't there ever been witnesses," Sandra asked."Well,. .. wow, geil, ich bekomme jetzt schon Lust! Aber ersteinmal wirst Du Dich ordentlich Thomas pr?sentieren!"Damit tritt eine Pause ein. Meine Gedanken wirbeln umher. Ich habe Angst, Tierische Angst. Und ich bin so nass, dass ich f?rchte, das Lederpolster einzusauen. Meine Fotze l?uft aus, denke ich. Irgendwann h?lt der Wagen und der Mann mit dem Hamburger Akzent spricht mit zwei anderen M?nnern. Es ist eine Sprache, die ich nicht verstehe. Dann geht die T?re auf und ich werde aus dem Wagenfonds.