Fight him fair and he'd wipe up the floor with you. What's fair about that? But fight like you mean to win and now it's a more level playing field."I ...rowned. "Yeah, but what if it just makes him madder?"He waved that away. "Just a myth, Jack. Bullies are cowards. You give them a nice, sharp, memorable bit o' pain, and that's what they'll remember. They mess with you and yours, and they'll be limping for days. Do that, and they'll give you a wide berth, believe me."I thought about that for a. To say the least, he turned me down. He said he could not return the same affection I held for him. Then without a word, he and his mistress takes off to California. I was devastated. I honestly believed my life was over. I wanted to die but I kept breathing. I had loved him so much that I would have prostrated myself and kissed his boots. He threw me aside like some piece of trash and went all the way across the country to escape me. His mistress had died in San Francisco and he came back a. This went on for about three or four strokes into my hole and then a second finger joined the first. With two of his fingers in me, my little cock couldn't take it and exploded into his mouth.He said nothing, however, he pulled his fingers out of me and then crawled up to me and kissed me. He had swallowed none of my cum. Instead, he fed it all back to me. He pulled away and asked who's cum tasted better, his or mine. I told him his. In fact, his cum tasted almost exactly like mine but his. I can just see the headlines on tomorrow's paper, "Man in Laundry Mat Caught Masturbating." ... But I did get another idea as a beautiful blonde bombshell walked into the mat with two baskets of laundry.She stood about 5'7" with the nicest set of C-Cups that I had seen in a long time, and a tight little bum, and wonderful legs that sprouted out of a pair of booty shorts. She was enough to make an old man go into cardiac arrest! And as she came in and out with the two baskets of laundry, I felt.