One night my friend, while leaning over his PC, decided to conduct an experiment (no doubt stoked by a considerable amount of book smarts, too little ...isdom & too much esoterica):’ Meme virus- unreality as infection my bosom bud, a downloadable paranoia’ He spun in his swivel chair to stare me down. ‘Those black Ops wizards painting hologram spirals in the night sky oh yes’ he wrote the virus on his keyboard in a lightning-quick succession of strokes- ‘hampered by hegemony, there is no room. I looked around, seeing many heads turned backwards to see what the noise was; so I stood up in the aisle, blocking their view of the rear seats.Behind me, I heard a loud grunt as the young guy shot his load deep in Ana's cunt; his balls slapping against her bottom, several times before he dropped back in his seat, totally spent. The guy that was groping her boobs, noticing that her pussy was not occupied, jumped up on the seat, and squatted on Ana's ass. I turned around and saw him using his. The second night was even easier. Guilt had risen in Mr. Reed and, as hearrived home, summoned Violet for a talk. But she was prepared as he stumbledthrough his carefully thought out speech. Her robe dropped to the floor,revealing her attire. She had bought a latex mini dress that clung to herperfect body. She had worn her highest heels, their six inches sculpting herlegs. Mr. Reed was putty as she dropped to her knees in front of him and tookhim into her mouth.For three days Jenny was kept in. "I ain't afraid of him. And, how come he gets the woman? We all want a turn with her; if you know what I mean?" His face covered with a vulgar grin.The first pirate spoke again, "Pedro, all I can tell you is you had better pray the Captain never finds out what you do to her. He will hang you from the yardarm by your balls."The three men now were standing in front of the young woman. Zack saw the third man had a plate with some food in his hands. Without releasing the woman, the third man.