If the fishing was terrible they could return to their cabins. The two kayaks I had left after dropping off the fishermen were gone when I returned to...collect them.I called the Sheriff’s office and they came right out. They did some processing on the crime scene, then gave me the detective’s card before they left.When I finally got home, I called Angie using the number on the card which the patrolman had given me. “Hello Angie, this is John,” I said. “I had a couple of kayaks stolen from me. "Paul walked into my living room carrying a Bud Light he had fished out of my fridge. " Hey bro." Paul answered."So what did you tell your woman about why you were coming over?" I asked him casually. " I told her I was helping you work on your bike." He answered, taking a swallow of his beer."I figured. You know, you owe me one." I informed him."It'll do you some good to have some female flesh around here. You're becoming a damned hermit." Dude, if she is coming to Bikeweek with another girl,. “I will gag you if you scream. You cannot breathe with a gag. Will you be quiet?”“Yes. Please don’t gag me,” she said. She had a wild gleam in her eyes, an stimulating mixture of lust and fear. I undid the first button of her blouse, making sure the material was pulled tight against her skin, letting her feel my fingers working, as she struggled lamely against Andy’s hold.“Isn’t this humiliating, slut! Two strangers stripping you, getting you ready to be fucked. Your sweet little pussy will be. I licked her pussy while she laid on her side fingering her asshole with her legs apart. The anticipation of her first ass fucking had her at a fever pitch and she came three times in rapid sequence. Not only was her pussy soaking wet, but her asshole was well lubed from my cum and hers. I couldn't wait to try out her ass on my cock. It would be my first time fucking an ass as well. I suggest that we get in the doggie position so that she could back onto my huge dick at her own pace and stop if.