Before he could hit me, I regained my strength and shoved him off me. Just as I rolled on to my hands and knees and prepared to pounce on him, I saw a...flash in my periphery. I was too late to react. Guy's foot smashed hard into my ribs, which pushed the air out of my lungs. Another kick and my vision went blurry as I collapsed onto my side. I could see Alan moving around in front of me.I heard a shriek behind me."OW! FUCK!" Guy bellowed. I rolled to my side facing him and through my foggy. You reach to the waist of my shorts and slowly, deliberately slide them down my waist. My cock bounces in front of your nose as it is released from what has been confining it. You stop, gasp, flush. A low moan released. Your tongue tip exposed between your lips. You lick them longingly. So obvious is your desire to release my shorts and grab me in your hands and mouth. But you continue your job. While still looking at not my face. “Sir, please lift your left leg, then lower, then the. "That's nice and warm. Now get in, both of you."Ruthie stepped in first. Sally pulled down my jockey shorts and slapped my ass. "You know what you're supposed to do, Mr. Marcus." What is he supposed to do?" asked Ruthie, her back to both of us."He's supposed to give you a birthday present. A big one." Sally stroked my erection.Ruthie turned around, lathering soap in her tiny hands. She looked down between my legs. "Oh no. I'm not ready. Besides, he's too big. It'll never fit." That's what we. ”He nodded. “I will add it to the list.”“One more thing for your list, do you know what a LPOP is?”“no.”“What about a hide?”“Maybe, you mean like a hunting hide?”“Yes. A LPOP stands for listening point observation point. Where and what they are totally depends on the terrain. For example in a forest it could be a platform built high in a tree, with a rope ladder. In a wide open field you could dig a hole in the ground and reinforce it with sandbags or something, then cover it with grass so you.