He wanted to look professional, especially for older clients, but Waylon had learned to never wear his better clothing when teaching. There would alwa...s be a student or two who thought that lubricating a hand gun was like basting a turkey. He would invariably get splattered with tiny blotches of gun oil. He wasn't blessed with domestic skills, and had no idea how to keep them from staining his clothes.The lady who requested private tutoring arrived in a cloud of perfume and hairspray. Waylon. Since I had deliberately over shot with my hook, my arm was in perfect position to elbow him in the eye. When my elbow connected, the added momentum of him falling, ensured he was knocked out. Once he was knocked out, I pushed him to the side, so he wasn’t on top of Patty, and it gave his buddy room to come after me. The idiot was standing but since the ceiling was so low he was bent at the waist, slowing any upper body movement and eliminating the leverage to attack. His awkward movement gave. His hands didn't feel as good as Tina's, but they felt good enough and her pussy began to steam.Linda arched her slender back, tilting her juicy cunt up into a fucking angle. Clyde gazed down between her legs, and for a wonderful moment Linda thought that he was going to go down on her. And maybe he would have, if his friend Mike had not been watching. It was a case of the observer affecting the observed. Clyde moved up, mounting Linda.She threw her sleek thighs around him.He fitted the head of. He looks around the encampment wondering what all he can find in this land and hopefully find other champions as the elders would call the ones that were chosen. "Maybe I should visit the lake again..." He heads back towards the way the lake was thinking about it and what seems to be a shorter distance walks out onto the lake front on what seems to be a diffrent edge. With the sun still rising he doesn't see the otter from before and gives a sigh of relief. He really doesn't feel like dealing.