I trusted her and was relaxed. I knew that at some stage, she would cock-fuck my ass. And soon it came to pass. After a long session of finger-fucking...she grabbed me by the hair and twisted my face towards her. She looked deep into my eyes.- You want to get fucked up the ass, boy?Yes, I wanted to get ass-fucked by this beautiful creature. She placed her cockhead at my asshole and slowly began to enter me. I was still relaxed and began to take her in. I felt like I was going to explode, but I. "Well, has anyone ever left the island?" I ask in a voice tinged with frustration.Emily responds now, grinding her pussy harder onto my unresponsive cock, "Yes, but they didn't find anything but a couple of other islands nearby." Well, that or they just didn't come back," Xandra says."Fuck!" Emily yells in frustration, then says "It sounds ominous when you put it like that..." It is ominous, dumbass," Xandra tells her friend."Hey! What did I tell you about that?" Emily's eyes light up, and for. "I got it here somewhere. I never heard of no ass tax before." It's a new government program, designed to reduce bureaucratic inefficiency as a result of the Hmmhmm-Frmmhmmhmm Act," I said as she let me into the house."Whatever," she said as I followed her back toward the kitchen of her cheap, untidy apartment.Her place, and its occupant, were perfect examples of Jerry Springer America--the apartment dominated by a TV, food plates sitting straight on the roughly upholstered couch, beer cans and. I briefly consider a Spock "mind-meld" but that was hokey even on Star Trek. Besides, I had left my pointy ears in my other pants. The silence at the table told me the others were watching and the increasing panic I sensed in Nicole told me my time was quickly running out. I heard and then focused on the soothing rhythmic 'tick-tock tick-tock' of the wall clock and it was suddenly clear.I reached out with my hand and touched her silky hair. I focused on the softness and beauty of each strand as.