"Show me how wet you are". He looked me in the face as he said it, but looked at his hands as he led them between my legs and let them go. I looked at...his face when I put my hands on my moist lips and spread them apart for him, wanting him inside like what he saw, and was pleased with my excitement. "I want to taste you," said he would lick me, he will move from one side to the entrance of my dripping hole. "I want you to let me try." He just watched my hands move. I used my free hand to hold. She was still afloat and dry a week later. It feels like time for a watery road trip.I called the Highway Patrol:“No. We haven’t found her yet. Why?”“Itchy feet.”“Don’t leave the state.”“What does that mean ... Exactly?” I asked.“Stay in the legal boundaries of Michigan.”“How far out in the lake is still Michigan?” I asked.Well ... that stumped him.“I’ll have to check.” He said, “I’ll get back to you ... this number?”“Yup ... only one we got.”We hadn’t heard a thing a week later.“We haven’t. By 4:00 am a crowd of men began gathering outside the door. They were unsure of whether to obey the rules or not, being that the morsel inside was beyond delicious. The longer they waited, the bolder they became.A knock on the door.When Alison opened the door she was surprised. Six of the men who had assured the girls they would be back, were back, and so was the very first one. The one they both were afraid would rip them apart with his size. Then another masked man entered the back of the. He said "Sit back and get comfortable" as he moved to the foot of the bed. I relaxed and he moved to between my legs, taking my cock into his mouth. It was so much better than trying to do this in the car. It felt so good, warm, and natural. He was being slow and gentle, and I could tell he wasn't just trying to get me to cum. At least not yet.I really enjoyed this, and looking down and seeing James' face between my legs was as if I had been doing this for years. Finally I asked "Shouldn't I be.