Scott was lying on his stomach while Janie explored his various scars. She traced each one with a fingertip, her touch featherlike. The faded scar und...r his arm, where the kitchen knife had nearly killed him, fascinated her the most.Janie began to massage his back muscles, but stopped. "There's a mark here between your shoulder blades," she said."Hmmm." What's it from?" No idea," he lied. The thing he could never explain threw a shadow over his happiness. How could anyone understand being shot. Her head was thrashing from side to side and she came there and then, swamping me with her juice. I couldn’t keep up with the flow. Then it happened. I had been licking her, running my tongue over her lips and up to this little hard nub just before her fur started. It was accidental really, but as soon as I hid that spot, she screamed and shuddered, and kept right on shuddering. On a roll, I carried on until she grabbed my ears painfully and pulled my head away.I guess she must have liked what. The van made another turn and then coasted to a halt on what she judged by the relative smoothness of the ride to be asphalt or concrete. The music ceased and the front door opened as the man got out of the car. The hatch-back of the van opened and she was once again thrown over the man’s shoulder, still wrapped in her blanket. The man walked quickly and firmly over the cement, then up a series of steps. He knocked on the door with strong, firm knocks that emphasized his power and strength.. I had just sucked my first cock and wanted more, the den was closing for the night. I headed down town to the Midtown theater. I walked in and asked how late they would be open, the attendant a tall black guy said he would be cloisng in about thirty minutes and I was welcome to check the place out. We were the only people there, I make my way into theater and grab a seat. I pulled out my cock and began stroking it, fifteen minutes are so the attendant walked in and I tried to hide my actions as.