"You tasted good boy" he said looking at me. I couldn't move, I couldn't say anything for a few seconds as my mind digested what had just happened. "D...d you enjoy it?" he asked. It took another second or two, "Yes" I finally said, "It felt good". With that he placed my cock back in my pants, zipped me up and yet again, placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me again, this time lingering a bit longer. Taking his newspaper from my bag, "Till the next time" he said and headed back to his. ..holy shit, bro! Slow down. You're driving me crazy!" Allen breathlessly muttered. His dick had gone from thick to steel in about three deepthroat passes. I love the way he was responding to my skills; Allen's body would shudder everytime I'd get his cock almost fully down my gullet. When I'd pull off for air, his dick would spasm like a fish out of water. I don't know how long I had been going for, but Allen's grip on his emotions was slipping the longer I spent pleasing his cock:. He fell with blood spurting everywhere and his arm hanging by the merest thread of skin. He did not move after falling, so I figured that he was as good as dead. He was unconscious at least, and I was sure that he was going to bleed to death before he woke up.That first tipped over table was so close that I had an inspiration. I swapped back to that first clip and blasted at the same place on the table until I had chopped a hole in its top. This hole was going to serve me as a loophole to shoot. Chris put her finger to her lip and concentrated on the old man across the street, stooping over to pick up cigarette butts from the gutter. Where had last summer's savings gone? She tapped her foot, mentally counting off the dollars. Rent-$70, clothes-about $10, rock concerts... ummm, that's where a good share of it had gone. And dope. One pound of top grade marijuana that she and Sandy had bought the first week in San Francisco. "Good stuff... safe connection... you can sell it, keep a couple.