No sidewalks and mostly dirt roads. Not conducive to walking.Anyway, as I said, I was approaching the bridge when I saw the American flag waving out o... the stream. Of course I stopped and looked down into the stream bed. It was worse than I had expected.The flag was attached to a wheelchair. And in the stream was the body of a man. I scrambled down the slope to him and grabbed his shoulders. He had been face down in the water and I pulled him up on the bank as far as I could and began doing. But all of James intense pounding and fucking did have it's effects, he would leave Monica sore for a few days after which was quite horny for me to see my wife with a cheeky smile on her pretty face walking around like a cowboy for the next few days. James not only played havoc with Monica's cunt but he also got some great head jobs from my horny wife, he occasionally would blast her breasts and neck and chin with his seed if he's not pounding a massive load into her cunt. She always dressed. The bed moved around me, his fingers rested under my chin and as his hand pulled down on my lip making sure I opened wide I could suddenly feel that he was not a small chap!! I definitely didn’t recognize this. But as soon as I felt his thickness slide over my lips it was gone again. Another long moment of nothing, then breath against my face, a gentle kiss to the cheek, the nose, a long lingering passionate kiss to the lips made me moan gently. Then nothing again.I was used to this kind of. She'd do everything he told her, she said. I wondered what she meant by that...'Did he make you fuck other guys?''No, d**gs.''Are you still using right now?''Yeah, heroin.''Oh right'.'What's your name, by the way? How old are you?''Ally. I'm 23' she said.'Cool. I'm Mark', I replied. I didn't think 'Ally' was her real name either. She looked like she was in her early 20s though. My cock was rock hard. Who hasn't fantasized about getting sexual services off a homeless teenage junkie?'Have you.