"Ugh, it suggests beef fat as lubricant." she announced as she set the book down."No I'll use medium grease." I suggested."I think I'd prefer KY jelly..." she laughed, "look." She picked up the book to show me an illustration of someone applying beef fat to a plunger with a paint brush."Oh yes," I laughed, and then as I looked down I observed "Damn we missed a part," "What?" she asked,"This bracket, between Motor and footboard rail," I explained "it takes the "shoes," what ever they are." she. Her moans increased in intensity and sound. I synced the movement of my fingers inside her pussy alongside Nikhil’s dick. I inserted a third finger and it was like there were two dicks in her pussy and one in her ass. It felt amazing. She tried to whine hard “Ummmmmmhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh”.Rakesh was inserting his dick deep into her mouth and gagging her from time to time. She was now a fair chick with pockets of red patches and bite marks all around her body. All the four of us so intense.. She looked so young. Then, slowly, painfully, I recalled everything."That's it, drink some water. Try to sit up."I looked at her and I began to cry. She looked troubled, very troubled."I heard about what happened. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Things here arejust..., just insane. But come on, the sun will be rising soon. Comewith me to the women's barracks. You'll be safe there."I stood up. She had me slip into a pair of beige culottes and a rose-colored t-shirt, and sandals. I was still too stunned. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia. My family moved to Ontario when I was younger, and I haven’t left the country since. Hell, asides from routine trips to the cities of Gatineau or Montreal on the Quebec side, I seldom leave the province of Ontario. This land is dear to me, ladies and gentlemen. I’ve lived my whole life there, practically. After twenty years of marriage and raising a son and a daughter, I’m back in school. I’m studying chemistry at Carleton University. Almost two.