I want to stop by and talk.”“Wood Lakes Apartments on Welborn Avenue,” I replied.“See you in a half hour,” she replied and walked on.Once we...were out the door, Cara acted like she didn’t know me at all. It just felt odd. I saw her get into her car, a fairly new Nissan sedan, and start it up. I continued on to the old pickup that I drove and went on to work. I had a nicer car of my own, but the truck was one of the ‘perks’ of working where I did. Being the apartment complex manager also meant. They were sent to prison camps, where they were then tortured and forced to admit their guilt as war criminals and such. What is not widely known is the rate of success they had. When the truce was signed and prisoners were released, almost a hundred soldiers decided to stay behind.”“I had no idea!”“Most don’t. Using little more than clubs, illiterate camp guards were able to break the will of a surprising number of American soldiers, some of whom returned broken men. My technique is simply a. She slithered to the floor in front of me and took me in her mouth. She sucked me like she did before. Only this time I didn't have my eyes closed just enjoying it. This time I watched her...him?..whatever.. suck my cock. When she released me to go for my balls she said, "You can cum in my mouth if you want or on my tits, whatever you want." I let her suck my cock and balls a little longer then told her I was going to cum in her mouth. She took my head between her lips and stroked my cock. I. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.” “No problem.” I replied. “When you gonna retire that piece of shit?” “This is the third time this month it’s stranded you.” “I’d love to get something better, but I can’t afford it.” She bemoaned. “Tell you what, I’m off this weekend, let me have a look at it, maybe I can buy you some more time before it dies completely.” I said. “If you’ll buy the parts, I’ll do the labor.” I was a pretty good mechanic. My dad had worked on cars since before I was born and.