The Kid already was cocky as hell."I can do it," the Kid told 'em. "Seen stuff in prison you guys wouldn't believe. Turn you stomachs..."None of 'em s...t him straight on that point. They'd never really talk much 'bout stuff that had happened—back when they'd ett sand and drunk piss; an' kilt guys 'cause it just so happened, they're finger nails had been sharper than tha' other guys' that particular day. On that particular bit of coral. In that particular hell.But now, things were fallin'. Until then, I still kept fucking and sucking different men when I felt the urge and it wasn’t uncommon for her and I to share a lover or two, including my current husband. She was my little girl and I loved her. I took a deep drag on my cigarette while I watched another, of the 150 men lined up in the room, dump a load of cum on her face and then walk off, allowing another to slide into her gaping cunt to fuck her and then feed her their cum. She was loving it and we’d share a cigarette. "Every Earth Day I throw a big bash at my place. I live in a log home out in the country. I invite all my logger friends to come up and party, and spend the night. They bring campers, vans and tents and most usually spend the night. I supply the beer and most of the food to eats. We roast a hog and I even get a band in to play for us. I usually have upward of fifty people out to celebrate."Two years ago, it was late in the evening or even early morning, when I came in from outside and there was. It was one thing I have always loved about Deniece, the way she is able to keep herself so hard for so long, and hold the desire within her for sexual release at just the proper moment.In this bucket was ice, a cooling influence, and one of stark contrast to the sharp edge of the lash. I could sense Cinnamon's anticipation, her readying her body for more of what she had received before. It came from Deniece's hands yes, but more subdued now, more of gentle whack with the hand so as to bring.