The man called Brutus looked at Andrew, “Help me pull this pile of meat over to the side so he isn’t blocking the doorways boy.” He reached down...and grabbed one arm. Andrew took the downed man by the other and lifted him to pull him to the side. “This bum is trouble every time he comes back. This is the third year in a row I’ve had to boot the idiot for not being civil or holding.”Andrew looked at the man on the ground then at the big man, the guard or bouncer. “He runs caravans?” Andrew. Thick muscular legs, toned. Her ass defied gravity.We would get together in my room and play guitar and sing songs. We would do Cash and Carter's "Jackson". We were pretty good too. She could harmonize well.One night we were at a bar here in Down Town. She sat in the stool next to me. She wore a short skirt. She had soft blond hair on her thighs, very light, barely visible.Her tits were small and pert. She had big gorgeous brown eyes. And behind her pouting lips were a set of big white teeth,. She saw that and with a blush I thought it was a green signal and a lot can happen tonight. she went to kitchen to make some coffee. I went to the kitchen and touched my bulge at her ass. She didnt say anything. I started pressing her boobs slowly slowly and also kissed on her neck to make her more horny she was getting seducedI turned her towards me and started kissing on her neck. And she got seduced I started kissing her on her lips. And then slowly I removed her Saree. She was now in her. Setting the Beretta, in its plastic bag, on the nightstand, Bahn removed his robe, lifted the coverlets and settled himself into the large, comfortable bed. As he reached to his right to switch off the bedside lamp, he stared at the handgun for a moment and made a decision to take it out of the bag and have it at the ready just in case.Picking it up from where it lay, he removed it from the bag and checked it over. Depressing the button on the side of the grip, he released the magazine into his.