All staffed by drug addicts, thieves and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and shut down crack houses with nothi...g more than picket signs and a bull-horn.If you didn't do exactly what the pastor wanted, he would, "hook you up". That would usually involve some poor sap being sent out to sweep the stoop only to be swarmed by PD and taken away.Ever got a blow job from a toothless old queer, in a four man bed room at midnight? I did. Had to work with this guy. Her husband asked me to follow him so I can park my car.My mom and her friend went inside. I parked the car and came to their home. When I entered the drawing-room, her friend said, “Welcome jijaji.” I was shocked and was about to say something and suddenly, I saw mom and she blinked at me. She hinted me not to say anything. I was surprised.Then her friend started telling me about the childhood of my mom. They did not meet her after school. But, she knew that my mom eloped with her. His rock-hard cock stood glistening to attention, rigid and twitching in mid-air. I gave his cock a playful tweak before moving into the doggie position. I held onto the headboard of the bed as David moved behind me. Reaching round, he caressed my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and finger. He slid his hands down my waist to my hips. In my kneeling position, I was totally exposed to him. His hard cock, clumsily nudging and forcing itself between my bum cheeks, desperately seeking. “Don’t act all innocent, McBride. You know I think you’re sexy.” I heard his zip and suddenly his hard cock was in my hands as he loomed over me in the darkness.I knew enough about men to know that if their cock was hard, they thought you were sexy. I let my hands play along its length; felt its pulsing heat… the huge bulbous head. It was amazing to think that I had had that in my mouth: it seemed too big for my lips to stretch around.Between my legs there was a sudden aching emptiness behind.