A car roll up outside. I peeked through the shutters, Dad and a guy named Joey the Mule got out. Joey works for my dad and is a mean looking bastard. ... glanced around, shit, last week I trashed the cabin and never cleaned it up.Dad studied the mess and fixed his eyes on me. “You have thirty minutes to clean this shit up.” He and Joey stepped outside and sat on the porch.One hour later, Dad worked me over for trashing his cabin. We left, and I sat in the back of Dad’s Cadillac Escalade. Joey. “Ask him if there is a good club in town. I feel like going dancing tonight.” Marcy answered.“Oh jeez, don’t you ever think about anything else?” I retorted.“I think about you.” Marcy responded sweetly.Marcy came out of the bathroom as I went over to the phone. During a relatively brief conversation with my cousin, he told me about a club down the road that was popular called M?ge. Somehow it seemed like an appropriate name.In the meantime, Marcy had stripped out of her T-shirt and tight. He was the easiest to suck at only 8 inches and much more slender than the rest, but what he lacked in size he made up for with the absolute hardness of his cock. It was like steel and when he came as I held it, it throbbed and pulsed in my hand as his spunk shot over my tits and face.Daniel was working himself faster now and as I watched his ebony black meat bury itself in me I shuddered in orgasm. “Oh God yes…..Fuck, fuck, fuck me…..keep fucking me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck your cum into me……………. Kenny and Debbie went in search of some candles. Eventually the level of excitement generated by the hurricane began to wane; and with the wine and heavy food weighing on each of them; they fell asleep on the carpet in the living room while waiting for the hurricane to pass through.Only the storm remained in place; and would for the next ten hours. The condo was well built, and perfectly capable of resisting the storm and although each of them awoke at one time or another, they all went back to.