There wasn’t a whole bunch of talking during these adventures, just a bunch of sucking and touching. Eventually, while beating off one of us would r...ach for the others dick and start stroking it. Our arms would cross each others and we would just start jerking each other. That’s usually when small moans would start to come out of our mouths. The feeling of someone else’s hand on your genitals sure beats your own. I remember his dick felt different than mine because it was bent while hard. Not. "Holy shit!" Jamie exclaimed. "Oh my God, Jimmy, we have to get this translated." No we don't," I said. "I'm sure it will help, but it's pretty obvious what she's trying to say." You need to call Rod, or Rebecca ... you need..." What I need," I interrupted, "is for you to calm down for a second and help me look at this – all of it – and try and make some sense out of it."I checked the clock; eight-thirty – four thirty in Hawaii – Allison would still be in bed. I locked the door and laid down on. The next inch felt like it was passing my rectum and going deeper up my plumbing. It felt so intense as I took him past this next opening into my colon. I was yelling like a pornstar trying to take him. His piercing was tickling my insides, marking exactly where he was inside me. I was opening myself best I could, but this was a real workout. He slowly sank two more inches into me, which felt like 5. Ahhhhhhh! Was all I could say. I felt him wrap his arm around my chest, rubbing my nipples. And. Except for beer, I never had a drink. What should I drink?"I chuckled. "Beth, my little friend, I will teach you what my father taught me. It's easy. You either drink scotch or bourbon. You always drink it with ice, water or both, but never with a mixer or anything sweet. I'll make you two tiny drinks—scotch with Dewers and bourbon with Jack Daniels. Taste each one and the one that is the least terrible, that's your drink."I handed her a small drink of scotch. "Ugh... terrible," she gasped.I.