Ah those were the times of our lives: fucking and maiming when we pleased, raising our daughters to be part of my legacy but also teaching them the fu...damentals of society and education not to mention the law itself. Twenty Years Later “Tonight’s news starts off with the gruesome headline story that has burned up broadcast journalism over the past ten weeks” the middle-aged 50 year old brown haired male spoke shuffling his papers and clearing his throat. “A string of rash murders has spread. ”I gasped when she squeezed my still partially hard cock. “Are you crazy?”She giggled, nodded, and dropped to her knees.“We are so going to jail,” I said under my breath as she yanked the tie in my trunks.“Oh, shh,” she said while pulling my trunks down. My bathing suit was still stretched between my thighs above my knees when she leaned in.It was so hard not to groan as her tongue slathered over the head of my cock. I gathered up her long, brown hair into a ponytail, and then gripped it in one. Gay Taylor’s seed was good. Tangy and a little sweet. She scooped as much as she could into her mouth. But there was so much so deep inside her. More than George could have ever produced. Oh fuck George, her husband. She was just fucked. This gay boy fucked her. This fit, hung, sexy, smart, gay boy next store just fucked her hard and raw. This boy she allowed into her house on a regular basis, had been inside her. And he fucked her good. George hadn’t even looked at her in ages. Not when she. Back in the cab, he counted the bills one of the women had given him. Twelve dollars, all singles, for a fare of $11.50. A four-percent tip. Greg sighed and smiled, knowing the old broads meant well.Besides, he couldn't complain. The night before he ferried two Japanese businessmen from LaGuardia Airport to their hotel in Midtown, then waited with his meter running while they checked in. He waited for them again outside a fancy titty bar, where they got liquored up and found a couple of young.