Looking for top. Need to suck, get fucked, rough ok, please no marks. You need to host. I can come mostly dressed under my guy clothes but need to fin...sh there.'It also had pictures of me dressed as a sexy slut without showing my face. I got a bunch of responses but sadly no one seemed to be able to host. I did like this guy, 'mwm, 5'10, 180, 9" fat cock.' After some back and forth he messaged me.'Why don't we meet at the adult bookstore, they have one big booth right where you come in. You can. There are four young boys spread out in four different rooms that I'm sure would like to feel your touch; would like to have you give them a special Christmas present. The one in 267 can't use his arms yet. Both of his shoulders were dislocated when his vehicle hit a mine. He's the only survivor. He could use some help with a hand job. The one in 269 lost a leg above the knee. I'm sure he would like to feel that someone cares enough that his leg doesn't repulse them. The other two have shrapnel. Chachi mujhe roz chacha ke affair ke bare main bolti thi ek din maine bhi bol diya ke tum bhi affair karlo chachi ne kaha mujhse kon pyaar karega maine mazak main kaha main karuga wo boli tu kya kar sakta hai chacha ne chachi ko kai mahino se nahi choda tha maine chachi se kaha main tumhe kiss karna chahata hu pehle to un hone mana kiya phir boli kisi ko bolega to nahi maine kaha nahi phir chachi ko pakad kar ek deep french kiss ki wo bhi mera saath de rahi thi kiss karte hue main uske boobs. He slid down the wall into a sitting position, gasping for breath, gazing at the woman. She stood in the doorway, the dim light from her hall way barely enough to allow him to see her. He recognised her as 'the foreign woman' Aitken the lorry-driver had brought back as his wife - from Italy or Spain or somewhere like that.Aitken had been killed in a bad smash on the M6 a year or so ago. His union had proved company negligence on the maintenance of the lorry and the local gossip was that his.