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“So,” he said, “What’s your name?” “Jeff, Jeff Richards,” I said. “Well, what do you say? Want the back room or you going to just agree?” “She’ll never let you,” I said. “If that’s the case, no big deal,” maximum he said. “But Jeff, big ole boy, it’s her decision, not yours. You will tell her as much. Agreed?” In my mind’s eye, I could see those big fists of his beating my face to a pulp, I nodded agreement. He told me to give him my wallet, I complied. He opened it up, went through it, taking my license out, he pulled a small notebook from his pocket, wrote down the information. Then he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. Swiping here and there, he took a pick of my driver licenses, sent to a some and then called them. “Hey, Steven, Captain Andrews here. Can you tell me if the information on the license I just sent you is accurate?” he looked over at me. His face grew stern, “Naw, nothing big, just checking him out, he had a scrap with another driver. Just want to be sure he doesn’t back out of his commitment…Oh, really, the usual then, line them up for me.” He termintanated the connection. He returned the license to the proper folder, thumbed through my money, credit cards and the few other things in my wallet. Handing me my billfold back the man’s look softened. He reached into a pocket on the uniform and pulled out a golden cigarette case and lighter. He took a smoke out, tapped it down tits on the situation and then lit it. The cigarette sat between his thick lips, he sucked in the fumes and exhaled them. “So, the first wife racking you over the 04 coals financially?” “No, no kids on that one and she remarried.” “And the second one?” Monica “I have child support, but I can handle it,” I told him. “What’s the new wife’s name?” “Candy.” “Candy’s dandy,” he said lifting his glass. He put the cork back in the bottle. “Drink up Jeff,” He glanced at his watch. Swilled down the rest of his glass. Standing he ambled to the bar and handed the bottle to the bartender. “Put it in my stock okay, Joe.” He turned to me a big smile on his face. “Let’s go to your place. I’m ready to fuck your sweet Candy bitch.” Everyone in the bar looked at me, I felt their pity, or disgust, not sure which. The humiliation washed over me a wave. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. I then felt him come in me and it felt so good. I was excited tits to return home. Rachel squirted her cum all over Jake’s cock, pelvis, stomach and legs 04 big as her entire body shook and convulsed. “Oh, wow mom you’ve got a red bush, I love bush”. He lays your guys shirts down and instructs you to lay on them. I see John thinking about what I’m saying. Nora was petrified as she was looking straight at Rachel’s clean-shaven slit! Her eyes take a second to refocus, though they shoot wide once they register the words in front of maximum her. "So who took the picture Brian?" asked Jerry. Mmm, just feel you go at it. You know it's a sin to fuck your own mother!" The cat-girl's golden eyes fluttered open. “Oh it’s more than okay and it will Monica give me time to work on some things.”