”Cal reached for the carafe full of coffee and refilled his cup. He raised it to his lips without speaking and swallowed a good portion of the hot l...quid, a morning bracer.“I can’t believe this is all so complicated,” he complained. “It should be simple. What’s wrong with people?”“There’s nothing wrong with them,” George admonished. “They just need someone to get behind. It might be you and me, or we can hand them over to Homer Barlow and Jack Ross.”“ ... or Wesley Ingram,” Cal added.George. 'She nodded, obviously not believing me. Hell, I didn't believe me. I just hugged her to me before standing back up.They were halfway across the fields towards us and I was starting to shake from adrenaline. I stood up next to Jessie and took the bow she offered. Amazingly, she grinned and winked at me. 'Hey, if you don't want to piss yourself in fear yet again you may want to take a leak.'As I chuckled her face sobered. Stepping forward she hugged me, gripping me tightly. We shared a long. "ooops" she said in a sexy coy voice, looks like i have found my man, you feel huge. My cock was a big cock, i am blessed i have about 8 inches in length and 2 inch diameter shaft and a 2.5 inch diameter mushroom head as she put it. I started to pump my cock in and out of her, to the point that the head of my cock stayed inside i wanted her to only feel that every now and then, i have made the mistake with other women before, i want her clamping on my shaft and thinking that is normal and when. Looking at Graham for instance, he didn't strike me as the type to layer himself in nylon, neither did Bobby or Mick for that matter. It was playing on my mind a little and Iwanted to ask the question of how and why they were partial to nylon, the answer to these burning questions would be answered a little later and I would be at the centre of the questioning. So, where did my love for nylon come from ? Well, it's simple really. I have always had this thing about the 1950's, fashion and music.