Eventually she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and squeezed it gently as I started to protrude my middle finger slightly into her slit as ... rubbed up and down, still cupping her pussy. It felt wonderful. I had masturbated for quite some time, but her soft delicate hands felt infinitely better stroking my cock than did my own. She lightly glazed up and down my shaft, randomly giving it slight squeezes of pleasure. I started to push my finger into her wanting hole when she stopped. If Red Eye McCall was in Carlsbad, this had to be him.There was no doubt when the man turned toward me far enough for me to see his face. Yes, there it was, the infamous red marble. It certainly made him look like a demon, incarnate. My stomach did an automatic flip-flop at the horrendous sight; I had no trouble understanding why this man was able to intimidate so many lesser men.I elbowed my way through the encircling admirers and asked him, "Are you the man commonly known as Red Eye McCall?". I guess I didn't know how to handle the unexplainable attraction I held for her since kindergarten. The teasing eventually stopped and during our last years of school we were simply good friends; friends so close, we probably knew more about each other than many married couples. That one idea comes to mind most when I consider the events that followed, and it still hangs in space right in front of me in such a way that I'll never be able to reach out and get the answer I need.Less than a week. "We understand. And we are prepared, as a special favor to you on your last night with us, to help you live out you hidden fantasy!" Yeah," sneered Spud, "That's right!" He moved behind her and put a hand on her shoulder."Let go of me! What, 'hidden fantasy'? What nonsense are you talking?" Not nonsense, Miss Throsbie. As well you know!" said Graham, preventing her from moving away from Spud with pressure from the cane. "Just look at the evidence! Show her, Snotty!"Snotty came close to her. He.