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That should be impossible, but I could hear the impact of bullets against the stone, ripping into the bricks. Seth made his move. To be continued... WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or tits do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in blonde the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but outdoor only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Fourth of July was interesting here at Pond Cove. For one thing, there were tons of people on the ocean beach and a bunch of boats bobbing in the water just offshore. They were there to watch the fireworks show in the main harbor. It was several miles away, but that doesn’t make as much difference over the water. What did make a difference was that they were outside of town and the harbor patrol doesn’t come out this far unless there is a distress call or something like that. Once you got back to the harbor, whoever was piloting the boat had better be sober, but other than that, anything went. So, for this one special day of the year, the water just off Pond Cove was crowded with boats and the nearby beach was crowded with people who had driven down in ATVs or Jeeps. They were close enough to see us at the cabins, and that meant that Solo we all had to wear some clothing. The girls were all in bikinis and Mistress Gloria came up with a small Speedo-like thing for me to wear. I felt more naked with that on that I did with nothing, but Mistress Gloria said “Wear it!” so I did. Late in the afternoon, three couples from one big of the boats actually swam and waded to shallow water and then walked and jumped across the rocks at the entrance to Pond Cove so they could swim in our pond. Mistress Sam called to them and signaled them to come to where she stood on the beach near the cabin. Almost as soon as they stepped up onto the beach she asked harshly, “Didn’t you see all the signs saying to keep out?” A young man about my age, who seemed to be speaking for the group, stepped forward and said sarcastically, “You’re in here.” I shuddered as blonde I drizzled the massage oil up and down her body, letting it fall in the valley between Solo her little hillocks. “Yes, I gotta go.” I was rocking back and forth on Alan’s cock when he asked me, “So, that’s the way it’s going to be, huh?” He pushed forward, applying more and more pressure, dilating my last virgin orifice until my pelvic floor was pressed into my body. I couldn’t help myself and bent down to suck Linda’s tit, she didn’t want me to but I insisted and persuaded until my lips were caressing her pink nipple. I drew out more and more of his cum. I looked at her as she opened her eyes. Said Maya. We have ninety-seven in quarantine at the Hotel. With smarts like that, Kayla could be a private detective. “And no, it doesn’t really feel weird. Olivia had been watching. You’re not sure if you think I’m outdoor doing the right thing.” Megan guessed. “We're going to teach your mother a lesson, Stefani,” tits Clint growled. Along with what we would reward their big obedience with.