The sound I make can't be spelt with letters. You might think it's rehearsed, it's not! If I was going to create a soundtrack to complement our playti...e, I'd take my time over it, make sure I sounded attractive! I wouldn't sound like some inbred wild animal in need of a merciful bullet to the brain. I suppose I sound a little like a whore who's been chastised for years and is finally getting some. My cunt, if it had it's very own voice, besides the squelching under your fierce thrust, would. "As I got the seat up and started peeing, "We'll see about that. All thou, it may cause a problem if you help."I made it back to the couch before Sarua did and when she came in, she had her clothes off and a sundress on her arm, which she lsid it down next to my clothes on the arm of the couch, then stepped over in front of me and bent over, with her hands between her legs, taking a hold of my dick, that had gotten hard seeing her with no clothes on, then she sat down guiding my hard cock, into. While she ate, she concentrated on keeping her arm pinned down to the side of her left tit so the material wouldn't fall open in front of Kubby. She knew this would be fatal. They were already all worked up so badly by watching Balloo rape her in the back seat of the car, that it wouldn't take much to set them off again. As soon as she finished her little loaf of the bread, she concentrated on studying the four primitives who were holding her prisoner.Kubby was not very tall, maybe five-five,. Wow, how many new masked faces, all of a sudden, where the heck was them, before? The air inside was getting a little suffocating, or maybe it was just me projecting anxious scenarios.Dresses, jackets. Mouths, smiles. Masked eyes. Unknown masked eyes.Surrounded by unknown masked eyes. Robin was everywhere and nowhere, apparently.Then, the moment I feared the most and desired the most... I felt HIS hand, taking my hand.That simple gesture was more than enough to give chills to my spine, and I.