His thighs were strapped to the legs of the hassock, and he was pushed forward until his chest rested on it. Further straps around his arms prevented ...im from lifting his body. A leather hood was fitted to his head, covering him completely and preventing him from hearing or seeing anything. Small holes over his nostrils allowed him to breath, and a large ring built into the hood held his mouth wide open and accessible. He felt a stinging slap to his buttocks, then nothing. He waited, knowing. "Yes. We plan on departing within the hour. Oh. Really? A storm? It would be too dangerous to fly? Okay. Bye." She glanced at me and stuck her tongue out, playfully teasing me. "I guess we aren't able to leave. Am I right?" "They said something about a hurricane approaching them and how dangerous it would be to fly there. But they are keeping the runways open in case we do decide to travel." "Well, if we can't go anywhere, maybe you and I should get back into bed. And relax." I realized she was. ...love....My mind started to drift off, when I noticed she started to gyrate her hips. First a little, then more. The gyrations turned into an up and down motion of her tiny body on my extra large frame. “I was actually fucking a woman...I was actually fucking Gracie”.I wish I could say that I was able to fuck her for hours, but in reality, it only lasted a few minutes. Even with my little cock, her pussy was so tight and gripped my shaft more than I could with my own hand.I announced, “I’m. It was interesting and she wanted to hear more.Paul shook his head. “None, okay.” He laughed again. “Bridget is drier than the Sahara in the affection department. She doesn’t even kiss me on the mouth, let alone attend to my--” he cleared his throat, “um, my needs.”Rocco frowned, realizing that maybe Paul was right. The woman hadn’t even hugged Paul once before she went off with Ma. He looked down at Jolene, who was smiling up at him. He realized how much luckier he was than Paul. “Maybe you.