At the End of All Things
by Stony Graves
The girl wouldn’t stop squirming. Pinky avoided her feet, but just barely. Lee leaned over on the girl’s back, pressing her to the trunk. Lee was laughing.
“Just do it, Pinky.”
“Nah, I’s best not, “Pinky said. His pants were around his knees and he had to really work his pecker to keep it hard. It felt like hot dough in his hand. Pinky wanted to stick his thing in Della, but something didn’t feel right about Lee holding her like that.