Would the men try to push the envelope and get into that whole gaping thing? And since I am so tight, would that be possible? Or would it just excite ...he men more to see my darker, intense pinkness getting swollen as each man finger fucked me. Would my partner let them choke me? Would he let them kiss me and bite on my nipples? Would I get so turned on that I would beg for them to fuck me? Beg for them to lay me on my back on the table, legs bent at the knees and brought up to my chest, my. Time and its concept seemed to be excluded from this place. It seemed to operate on its own terms. Clocks on the walls ticked although the faces did not have hands and the numbers were jumbled and upside down and she seemed to concentrate on the ticking and it echoed. Her heart was beating faster and her palms were sweating. She thought it was a bit like a casino with the host not wanting anyone to know what time it was. Her head started to spin. The drone of the pianist music started to echo. Still Jeff’s cock jammed in and out of her vagina with all his strength. For the next minute, he continued to fuck her as she tried to recover. Finally, though still gasping for breath, she lifted off of his lap, his boner slipped out of her cunt with a noticeable ‘slurp’. She turned around. He caught his breath. Her skimpy panties were down just beneath the top of her crack, one side of them was tucked up into her crack. Amy grabbed the jar of Vaseline and pulled it out for him to see. His. The Irregulars could spend the weekend. They could finish the game.Billy sensed that if he could finish the game, just finish ONE thing in his life, he could lay his parents to rest. Their ghosts would haunt him no more. Chapter Two: The South Harbor Island IrregularsBilly sat on the dusty floor, legs outstretched and spread-eagled. Between his legs was a wooden toy box made of still aromatic North Carolina cedar. It was the toy box made for Billy by his Granddad when he was just two months.