He knew there was a soup kitchen around there somewhere, but his drug softened brain wouldn’t tell him where. He stumbled out onto the sidewalk and ...tarted down the street. He only went two blocks when he recognized the soup kitchen and staggered inside. The evening meal was about to be served but first he had to listen to a sermon. After the sermon, he and all the other lost souls lined up at the serving line and got a ration of fresh food. He gulped his down quickly and then wandered over. Matt’s cock was hanging loose between his legs, not really aroused at the moment, but obviously a lot nicer than most, just from the length. She had no idea what she was about to get into.He rounded the corner and looked at her with the same look I’d had on my face when I opened the door. He smiled and I knew that he was interested. “Are we keeping her for dessert?” I asked sweetly and he chuckled.“I think they might wonder where she’d disappeared to,” he pointed out. He looked at the folder on. It had yellow clapboard siding and a wide porch that wrapped halfway around. The gravel driveway was empty, a good sign the occupants were out. They hauled their bikes on to the porch, leaning them against the white wooden railing. He admired Melissa’s new machine, a black, super light all carbon Scott loaded with high-end Campy parts that cost in the neighborhood of three grand. It was impervious to rust, as was his titanium steed that had served him well for the past few years. There was. Planting kisses as she trailed to her bonnet where her tongue licked her trimmed track of hair. She teased her way down her route mapping hairline, guiding her tongue further down to Sue's palace lips.Sue was enjoying her early morning wake-up call rolling onto her back and widened her legs to allow Anita to settle in-between. Her tongue continued to tease her pleasure trigger, tasting Sue's fresh wetness.Bob stirred again as the predawn light defined the bedroom. He heard the moaning alongside.