And that includes a couple of girls to whom I did a lot of emotional damage. Trust me; every answer I gave you is the truth. If you want to talk to so...eone who can verify pretty much everything, talk to Kathy, the redhead in the living room. She’s a long-time friend and former lover, and the friend who keeps us from getting too out of control. She can pretty much verify everything. If she can’t, then I can put you in touch with other girls. They’ll be OK with it, especially the ones I told you. I yell back of corse, and take some for the other ki d s as well. I stretch out on the table, with my elbows behind me, crossing my legs. Old dude next to me finally speaks--”damm you got some feet” I kinda chuckle a bit “ ya, 13's”. Dude responds with “shit, and so young” Dumbass—I got your preditor ass pegged already. “Ya, I got lots of thing big” I figured while he was checkin out my big ass feet, then he hadn't missed that baseball sized bulge in the front of my b-ball shorts either. I take. With the hour almost up, I retrieved an empty metal ice bucket from the occasional table, and strolled back to my boy. I towered over him. On practical grounds, I like to be taller than my boys, but in this case the difference was an exceptional, and unnecessary, eight inches. This would be, truly, total domination. ?Let it out, into this bucket.? I placed the pail in line with the kid’s a-hole, but well below. He needed no further encouragement to evacuate. Preceded by a lewd fart, the flow. To my surprise, she was clad in a full length black negligee - unusual for a December afternoon and the more unusual to be wearing it in the hallway where neighbours might suddenly appear. It was a good sign, though, it showed that she was eagerly awaiting me. Her eagerness was even more evident when we passed swiftly into the flat, closed the front door, and she let the black robe fall to the floor and revealed herself to be totally naked. So, there was I in my outdoor clothing, needed for a.