The road was sparsely travelled. What traffic it did have was usually speeding, which meant that Scott would slow down and get as far over on the shou...der as he could. He hated the occasional cattle truck that came by. It meant he'd be riding in a rich miasma of smells for the next ten minutes.The summer before 5th grade, Scott was a Broken Creek Boys Ranch veteran of five years. His stay was longer than any previous ranch resident. The explanation given was that he was a true orphan with no. Again for the fourth or fifth time that evening I hold my breath and peek around the corner to the scene on the L-shaped couch below me.“Holy fuck Nat those sleeping pills really did the trick I bet Rick does not wake-up until tomorrow afternoon” my wife says as she leans back on the couch, buck naked her huge tits flopping left and right off her chest the nipples still huge and hard. “How bout some more hooter shooters” as she cups her tits pushing them together and licking her lips. Paul. ” He just stood there, his mouth and big brown eyes gaping. So I pitched the smoke, shoved him against McDonald's and rammed my tongue down his throat. He gasped in my mouthas I grabbed his crotch, rubbed it, then jerked his fly open. I didn't want tofeel the cold pavement withthrough stockings, so I knelt like I wasabout to go pee. When I yanked down his underwear seven inches of thick, pulsing manhood sprung out. I could still hear footsteps on both sidewalks. I wondered how the air felt on. Mike helped her to the bedroom. He told Linda she had a bit to much to drink. Then he asked where I was. She said, “Down in that state, down there.” He had no clue what she tried to tell him. So Mike said, “So Marc isn’t home and he is in a different state?” Linda nod her head yes. Mike stood there, looking at my wife naked on our bed. He thought to himself, “I never fucked a big woman before. I wonder if she feels different from the normal skinny girls I fuck.”Mike took his clothes off and.