." I started to respond...She cut me off, "My name isn't Wendy." Oh ... I get it. I'm Miss Austin. I'd like to talk to someone about a tow job." You w...nt Cindy, although I don't know why a girl would want a blow job. We do salvage work. Cindy works the Antler Friday and Saturday nights." I thought I heard a faint slice of sarcasm ... Either that or...I am beset with idiots. I'm sure it's a government conspiracy."I have a boat I need towed." I said."Oh ... You need to talk to the owner." 'I know. Well, to each to their own. Adam did always seem to know when something interesting was about to happen, but the rest of us naturally assumed that the kid was just hyper-sensitive and nearly as paranoid as his salaried bosses were. The guy was downright strange though and no ever called him ‘Wojo’ or even ‘Ski’, just Adam. The kid might be crazy as a loon, but he did his job – and that’s all that either Phyl or I cared about. How the kid managed to become a Marine (and stay one for four years). His neck muscles were tight, his teeth clinched as he moaned and grunted driving his massive black teenage cock into her white married pussy time and time again. She was going crazy with lust driving him even higher and further toward the most powerful climax he’d ever imagined possible.Beth was having orgasm after orgasm as the young teenage black lustfully, passionately fucked her. Her husband had never been able to take her to such heights sexually. She’d been virgin when they had married. I felt likeI just wanted to die. He broke out in a full smile and stared at me ashis fingers continued to feel me."I see you are still a boy down there. Give me your hand."I was puzzled by his request, but released my dress and reached my righthand down to him. He roughly grabbed it, and guided it to between my legshis hand remaining behind it to hold it there."Touch your cock for me. Tell me what you feel. Describe it for me." Again, I was puzzled. I wasn't sure what answer he was looking for,.