It it’s musical I may be asked to write some of the links between songs but if it’s a drama I’ll do the entire show. It might be a crime or roma...ce; it all depends on their mood, their timing and their intended audience. And so it was that on a gloomy Friday night in December I came to be in the upstairs rom of the Coaching Inn. The group is a mixed bag of people, all ages and a variety of backgrounds and, of course, abilities. There were some new faces among the assembly and when I arrived, a. His thoughts kept wandering, "This isn't true. It isn't happening. Not to me. There has to be something, something simple that explains everything that has happened, and makes it understandable." He wanted so badly to have the whole last day just be gone. Totally and completely gone from his mind, his memories and his thinking. He questioned himself, "Maybe it would have been better she had never told me. Maybe we could have gone on as we had been. Would that have been so bad if I didn't. We all want your cum! You’re going to do plenty of cumming for all three of us for awhile this morning. Start now, Ryan ... give us your hot cum ... a BIG load of your cum...”Ryan obliged. As the girls gathered their faces around his cock, Nicole released it from her mouth just as the first rope launched up into the air. It flew over three feet in the air and painted her face as it landed. Ryan screamed. The second and third ropes flew frantically up and out, and landed in Kristen’s hair and. The birds in question wereapparently somewhere on the ceiling. I turned to face him, my cleavageattempting to make a break for it, barely contained in a black lacepush-up bra, my legs encased in black stockings...I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my hands over his chest and back as Ipulled it off and flung it over his laptop glowing blue on the table.Undoing his belt and traced his treasure trail with my tongue, and ashe stepped out of the pants around his ankles retracing my tracksupward, then.