And what does the guy get? Nothing. Why? Because he is dead too. Dead after driving on his fourth DUI and license suspension. “Fucking politicians,�...� Robert murmurs.“What’s that?” the old man asks.The bartender glares at the man and sneers, “I said, fucking politicians. They make all these laws, but they don’t give a shit. They fill their pockets with money and don’t give a shit unless something happens to one of them.”“What’s got you all upset?” the drunkard asks.“What’s got me upset?” Robert. I've been bad and deserve it." This took him aback a bit. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. I looked too good to be true, with my bubble-butt, my four shades of blonde streaked hair, my pert boobies that sprouted two nipples poking through my thin braless camisole, and my big bright pouty lips. He looked at me and couldn't think of a reason NOT to spank me. "What did you do?" "I flashed my titties to a truckdriver." It was the truth. On our way here at the 'suggestion' of. The other guy, Mike, said he’d stay up and chat if Bob wanted to. But little did Bob know, he had other things on his mind.They talked about all of Bob’s fantasies and dreams when suddenly Mike leant over and kissed him. He put his hand around his back, sliding it inside his jeans and pushed it up his arse. Bob did not complain or resist.This was obviously how it worked in their gay world, Mike was so forward and didn’t mess about. He was going to be used and fucked by a gay guy, he was not in. It just felt so good having moms soft hands palming my nipples. There was a release, and the next thing that I was aware of was that mom was behind me holding my breast up in front of the mirror. So baby girl how do you think they look up about this high? Looking in the mirror I see that mom is flicking my nipple back and forth. I leaned back on moms shoulder closing my eyes and the only words that I could say was yes. That is when I felt my orgasm hit. .