WhenI finally got to it, it was worth the wait. That ending! Just what Ineeded after our town's mass funeral. Thank you darling, I hope you areo.k...|...|||========>Reviewed by HOSER on 1/27/2023meteors SUCK!!!|||||========>Reviewed by Yikes! on 1/23/2023I guess we're at war now. Suddenly your title seems very prophetic.|||||========>Reviewed by The Cheese Danish Girl on 1/21/2023I don't get it. This is a story? A monkey could write this! And your"historic" pieces just seem like an excuse for old. The postmarks on all of it were at least a month old, which seemed odd. He looked around for a phone, but didn't find one. It was getting rare to find an actual landline these days. Maybe Lola, if she actually knew Farmingham, would know his phone number, too. Jim would tell her that could be mitigating evidence, showing that she really did know the man. He wouldn't tell her that it would also establish probable cause that she knew whose apartment she was breaking into, which meant she knew it. He rubbed it and jacked it — and he went a step further, licking it and rolling his lips over it for a tantalizing few seconds. But then he stopped. I hung out for a few seconds and withdrew — and he slid his cock back through the hole.So, I did it — he’d done it first, so it was no big thing, right? It was turnabouts. I opened my mouth and sucked him in. I’d give him a few seconds, like he did me, and we would move on... ... Only it didn’t happen that way. He was primed and ready, and the few. “COME ON! BE HONEST BOY! His finger started caressing my prostate which sent shivers through my whole body and I involuntarily gasped “YES!”. Now a second finger joined the first stretching my hole a bit more. “That’s real good kid because your butt is about to get something a LOT more interesting than a FINGER!” He said pulling them both out. The other guy’s hands now held me and I heard the soap dispenser again. I was so naïve I still didn’t really know for sure what was coming next though I.