All staffed by drug addicts, thieves and paedos. On Sundays after church, we would chase hookers off the streets and shut down crack houses with nothi...g more than picket signs and a bull-horn.If you didn't do exactly what the pastor wanted, he would, "hook you up". That would usually involve some poor sap being sent out to sweep the stoop only to be swarmed by PD and taken away.Ever got a blow job from a toothless old queer, in a four man bed room at midnight? I did. Had to work with this guy. ” And moved up right behind her and my cock found itself rubbing against her well-muscled ass, my thighs brushing against her stockinged legs, My gloved hands slid slowly over her green elf top, right up to the whispy white fur. Her hands covered mine and guided them over her large handfuls. She sighed, leaned her head back to my right shoulder and looked back over her left shoulder up into my eyes with a dreamy look. “Make my Christmas dream come true, Santa. Make me believe!!”We began. I jokingly asked if she where cold as I pointed to her erect nipples. She glanced down and said no, Eric rubbing my pussy has me horny.When we turned off the road onto the trail Eric said sorry babe but I need both hands to drive. He said why don't you rub your own pussy to keep it revved up. My wife did as he asked and started rubbing her hairless pussy through the thin nylon panties. It took about twenty minutes to reach the top. There was remains of a camp fire and a few beer cans laying. Another breakage of the rules, which was something she had done all her life. Rules exist to be fucking broken, it was her motto. Sometimes people would complain about her foul language, her smoking, her attitude. But she didn't care. Why should she? They didn't understand her. They didn't even try to, except for Ms. Murray who had made an attempt to reach out and "help" her to change.Ms. Murray's self-imposed mission of rescue was doomed from the start, as Julie had a mind of her own..