If the police saw trouble, he was in; itwas just boys being boys. The Harris? family reputation of beingpillars of the community, help the rest of th... townsfolk not see hisactions as serious as they were. The people of the town, never deeplyinspected the Harris? pillar, if they had, they would had seen it wasmade of salt.The most serious accusation against him came from the loosest girl intown. Everyone knew she had sex with half of the boys, and even acouple of the girls, in her graduation. At that point instinct took over as I pulled back a few inches and thrust forward again. I repeated the action until I began developing a rhythm and started thrusting in and out, in and out; faster and faster, harder and a little harder. It felt soooooo good and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Bhabhi was moaning with each thrust of my Laura and while I grunted and groaned, she got vocal.“oh, yes honey! Ooooooohhh, yeeeaaahh! That’s it, that’s it! Oh god, yes! Fuck me! Oh yes, baby, fuck. There was so much that I had to swallow quickly to take it in. Even so, there was an overflow from my hard working lips. There must have been 4 or 5 strong pumps from his cock before the stream slowed. I couldn’t believe that a man could cum so much in one orgasm. Cum was leaking from both corners of my mouth and running down my chin and dripping on to his belly. I eased his pulsing cock from my mouth and rubbed the head all over my face as I licked it clean. It was by far the sweetest cum I. That was until I met Nevada, an erotic dancer.I was toweling down when this beautiful naked man walked up to me to look at my body. The way he admired my body made me uncomfortable, but I could feel blood flowing into my cock.“Have you ever tried dancing?” he asked.“What for?”“Money, of course, and it looks like you could use some.” He turned to me, held out his hand and said: “The name’s Nevada, the owner and lead dancer of the Highwaymen.”Nevada was maybe in his early thirties and had more.