The couple could see shadowy figures on the sandy beach and hear the distant sound of mournful sobs. Glade tried to see what was happening, but Demure...didn't want to be delayed for even a moment."If we launch out to sea on the rafts we'll be safe," she said, tugging Glade's arm. "And if you want to see what's going on we can do so from a safe distance."As they approached the inlet, Glade could hear another extraordinary gasping noise amongst the animal snorts and cries of the night. As she. . frightened to move. hands bound behind me . once again naked and alone..Hours passed as I slowly.. painfully shuffled out the door and down the corridors past the inmates laughing as I slowly did a shuffle of shame to my cell,The door was closed my stuff strewn everywhere.. The alarms going off prison officers running towards me..Just standing still. Head pressed against the wall legs wide apart , a puddle of urine and blood beneath me..Rushed to hospital sedated and relieved of my internal. She started kissing him all over his face, Michael could feel the cum from her lips entering his mouth, but didnt really react. He was amazed at how good she was. Than she sat on the bed, facing Michael, and waving her legs apart and wanted his horney, cumed dick to go into her. He smiled with almost a half grin and walked up slowly. He felt kind of weird, not wearing a condom or anything, he plundged it in. She moaned a deep yell. Omost for help. Michael was really acting different, omost. Once inside he proceeded to take down his shorts and play with his “willie”, I was fascinated, apart from the one time in the headmasters office I had only ever seen one other boy, my brother!The summer came and went, “dirty games” in the tree house became a daily occurrence, though all we did was fumble each other, and politely kiss each others willie and bottom. Once his sister came along and wanted to play, but the sight, and smell, of the hairy fat thing between her legs put me right off..