Once away from the inn, Jack made straight for the cottage museum. To his dismay, it was closed. Checking the notice in the door, which implied it was...closed until further notice, he was startled to spot the map, which had hung next to the newspaper cutting the previous day, but was now prominent above the ‘closed’ sign. And close to Devil’s Crag someone had pencilled a cross. What could be the significance? Only one way to find out, resolved Jack. He strode back to the inn for his car,. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as my legs locked behind his back. “You like it don't you? You like the way I'm fucking you? Huh baby?” he asked as he continued to thrust into me hard. I couldn't speak, the words or the mere thought of comprehending words had been maliciously fucked out of me, so I just moaned “uh huh” and kept pulling his hair. His dick was fucking fantastic. As I closed my eyes I thought about how many times he's probably done this, how many times he's. Even though this is an awkward sport for me as I am tiny and it is hard for me to hide a big 8 inch cock. I usually tuck it between my legs pushing up against my ass, on top I will always wear drag shorts. (Fellow swimmers will know what drag shorts are, google if you don't know.) This is the only way I hide my big cock. Me and Emily decide to go swimming one day. As we got there we went into individual cubicals and got changed. I got dressed into my one piece swimsuit that looks like this:On. When you sacked the shit out of that quarterback, went to the sidelines and ripped off your jersey and the end of the game. I've wanted you for a long time." I couldn't breathe. I absolutely couldn't believe that my wildest dream was about to come true. She leaned over and kissed me with passion. I went along. She reached for my zipper and began taking off my pants. I sat down on the toilet lid and she began stroking my already hard cock. She stood up and took the thong from around her ankles.