On the ground and in the air, there was aviation involved. I recognized aviation as JBG Air Tractors and I was willing to bet the helicopters were JBG...as well. I looked at the location index at the bottom of the picture. The location was forty miles west of Kano, Nigeria, which was sixty miles west of where the last village was destroyed by Boko-Haram and all the bodies were found.I sent an aide upstairs to get Marcy, Jenny and the two boys, ‘‘Tell the guests I will be back in a few. How big are you?” Asked Gemma. “About eight and a half,” said Greg, smugly. “You were on the front row when they handed cock out mate!” Said Laura, admiring my neighbours dick. It wasn’t just long but thick too. "You comfortable Greg?" "I guess," he said. “I’ll go first then,” I said kneeling between Greg’s legs. Laura sat by his side and I had Gemma kneel on the carpet so she could get a good view. “Shall I take my top off Greg?” I asked. Greg sighed and nodded. I pulled my still slightly damp. "I'm going to fuck you now", she told me. I watched her step into the harness and pull it up. There was a hole at the front which she posted the big dildo through. Then she cinched it all up with buckles at the sides. She was standing over me, this older woman. Standing over me with a big cock between her legs. She stood at the side of the bed and I looked up and watched her rubbing lots of lube up the entire length of the sex-toy. Her hands went up and down the shaft like she was masturbating. Her finger inside me was one thing, but the thought of a cock being pushed inside me, inside my anus, it scared me. I don't know what scared me more, the thought of it hurting, or the thought I might enjoy it. “Relax, little boy.” Her voice was gentle, like her finger's motions inside me. Terrifying, erotic thoughts of being roughly taken from behind filled my mind, and I struggled. Forcing myself to think of my love, to remember that it was her inside me right now, to be in the now and not the.