Hey, most people only get half the package. Good looks or intelligence. Only a select few can have both. You know it’s the truth, so live with it. P...litical correctness causes people to shun the truth these days. I’m not the kind of man who just goes with the flow. I got my own beliefs and I take a stand. Even if it’s unpopular. To hell with society. That’s me, folks. Today is Friday and my friends and I are hanging out in the city of Boston. We went to the Prudential Mall. It was awesome. We. Stumbling to the wagon I rummaged through the back and found my EMT kit. Sitting down, I poured water and then some alcohol over the wound to try and clean it out and disinfect it. It took me a few minutes to recover from the pain of the alcohol, but eventually I was able to look more closely at the wound. I didn’t see any more sand in or around it, so I spread some antibiotic cream, covered it with a large piece of gauze, and wrapped a bandage around it. The wound was wide enough it couldn’t. ’ I couldn’t discern if she had said yes because my cock was back in her mouth, nor I could I tell if she nodded because her head was bobbing up and down. It finally reached the point where it didn’t matter. Vicky pulled off her ‘move,’ the one she only did when she let me cum in her mouth. She backed up till only the knob of my cock was in her mouth and proceeded to massage it with her lips and tongue (really getting the studs of her piercings in there) while one hand rapidly stroked my shaft. "Sure. Just lay down on the chaise on your stomach," suggested Bill.Kim slowly moved to a prone position on her stomach. Bill got a good eye full of her generous breasts as they wiggled sexily in her bikini top. I was amused as he rolled his eyes indicating how hot she must look. Bill began to knead Kim's back in an effort to loosen up her tight muscles."Too bad I don't have my oil with me," said Bill."Oh, it feels just fine the way it is," replied Kim."Its even better with a little hot oil,".