If it were just up to me, I'd probably just scrap it but I know it meant something to him and that he would want it to mean something to someone else....Five hundred will make me happy. You interested?"For a few seconds Don couldn't even reply. He'd never be able to afford this car at its real value. In fact, he'd probably pay five hundred just to rent it for a few days. He looked up at the man and finally said, "If you are serious, I would love it."The man reached across the desk and offered his. Please, I want you so bad."Danny moved between my legs looking for the opening. He fumbled without success until I held his hard shaft, and put it in a few inches. "Oh, oh, Danny. Push it in. Push it in deeper," I told him.I can't say how far he was in, but Danny began a few minor thrusts as if he wasn't sure of going in further. "More, Danny, fuck me. Fuck me harder and deeper," I begged.The other men in the room urged him on, encouraging him with each thrust. "Fuck her Danny. Give it to her. .. Grab on -- I'll roll the whole mess over..." He managed it, but the bag flopped open where he'd unzipped it during their first frantic race to completion.He reached around, flapping, until her found Darla Jean's bag and drew it atop them again, then reached for the zipper, but a hand forestalled him, "Leave it -- we might need the room." Randall didn't argue; despite a concerted effort at concentration on sleeping bag organization, his hard-on was rampant in the face of full-body contact. " Go on." Well, shortly after I got home this evening my landlord dropped in." Yes?" He told me that my rent is going to go up by fifty percent from next Monday." What? Isn't there something in your contract that gives the minimum of a month's notice or some such?" No." Oh, Tina!" There was some reproof in his voice."I know. I should have spotted it but I was in such a stew when I moved in that I didn't read it properly." Ah!" thought Christopher. "That's the first admission that her move from.