Lifting himself to his knees, he reached forward to cup under each of her breasts, lifting them, kneading them. Another fine photo moment, he knew.Her...pussy was open, with his cum running down her crack.In another bedroom, Joan was sitting on John, who was laying on his back. She was facing towards him, with her hands on the bed beside his shoulders. His cock incased in her pussy was all but being ripped off, as she used her cunt like an eraser, snapping forward and rear, as well as up and. The whole thing sounded like a fairy tale, but the more I dug the more I realized that this was the real thing. ‘This thing goes all the way back to the time when your grandfather was whacked outside Victor’s lounge. That’s when I got really interested. You know what it is like being in the family. If one of your guys gets it, you are supposed to do something about it. You’re supposed to make it right. That’s really how this got started. Your grandfather got it in a war between the Castalonos. One day I was home and I looked out the window and saw Becky my neighbor out the back wearing only a gstring and platform heels ,so I kept watching as I stroke my cock all of a sudden she is staring right at me ,busted, I quickly close the blind and sit on the couch .Next thing there is a knock on the door it's Becky ."I saw you pulling your cock I'm here to do it for you " WOW . Don't be so shocked I know you perve on me all the time so your Gunna be my bitch .What do you mean .Well it's not. There hadn’t been time. I wasn’t getting enough physical exercise and I was ready to explode. I parked and walked toward the athletic pavilion, not even thinking that SCU was already out on winter break.That’s when I also realized exactly where I was. Straight ahead of me was the vast mural of Tent City on the wall of the AP. The school had installed lights so that the mural was always lit. It stood there, a silent testimony to what had happened—damn!—almost exactly a year ago. I could still.