His hot jizz shot up through my crack, soaking my tights and making it half way up my back. Then he laid on me, smearing that cum into his belly and c...est fur. I was so lost in arousal that I actually hoped he would make me lick it off of him. What was wrong with me? This guy needs a shower, and definitely is a few cards short of a full deck, but he had me in ecstasy. Ben got up, and used the flannel shirt he’d just took off to wipe off his monster dick. Amazingly, it was still erect. ‘Wait. "Oh Santa. You've made my little pussy wet too!" she moaned eagerly."But, you've got just the right thing to make it wetter!" she then said grinning eagerly.Then she walked towards just Lizzy had done, straddled my legs, and taking hold of my hard wet cock, she positioned herself over it, and then slowly lowered herself onto it.We then both moaned, as her little pink lips touched down on my cock, before they spread open, and her little wet hole engulfed my dick."Oh Santa!" she moaned loudly, as. "Yeah, suuuure you were!" I grinned at her, "And Queequeg asked if you'd like eggs Benedict for breakfast again this morning!"She just looked at me and sighed. "You're not going to cut me any slack at all, are you, Cap'n? Didn't know I'd signed on with a slave driver for this voyage!" She sat up and stretched, "What time is it, anyway? You didn't let me oversleep, did you?" Started to crawl out of her sleeping bag. And that tee-shirt thingie was up under her armpits, and breakfast was suddenly. Istop and rest on the ground. I don't know how long I sleep. When I wakeup, nothing changes. The darkness never leaves.I'm struggling hard to keep my memories of being a carpenters son. I'vehelped my dad make lots of things. I was getting good at building thingswith just a hammer and nails.I reflect on what my life was and what I could have done differently.Should I have fought back? What if I hid out in the swamp? Should I havewent after my girlfriend and walked in here with her?No. I don't.