Although he would have been willing to do it for nothing, because he loved hanging around with his Uncle Homer; the old soldier wouldn't hear of it.On...the way over to the cemetery, the old man had looked sideways at the young boy riding in the front seat of his old truck."How much do you figure you should charge me for helping me for the next few days?" Nothing, Uncle Homer, you don't have to pay me anything. I'm just glad to spend the day with you. At least, it gets me out of the house."The. Soon each thrust brought a grunt from my lips,"Uhh, uhh, uhh."My body is now craving the fullness his cock provides. He begins with long, slow strokes, groaning with pleasure as he moves deeper into my hot, wet pussy. My hips begin to buck as the speed and force of his thrusts increases. My back arches, pushing his cock into my cervix. I scream out as his cock fills me more than any man ever has. The friction and pressure of his thickness is maddeningly pleasurable to my senses. My muscles. The prisoner pickup van left with the three people and a copy of the warrant.We all used the facilities and had some coffee back at the station. The male observer excused himself and went to the hotel to change pants. I began briefing the men on the next warrant when he returned. This time it was a pair, not a couple, or at least we didn't think so. Two men had broken out of jail in New Jersey and had made their way to Florida. The FBI had discovered their hiding place while checking on another. I felt ample amount of oil being poured on my ass and it was dribbling down my ass crack. For the first time, I felt Raju spreading my ass cheeks and massaging my ass crack. The more he massaged, the more oil dribbled down my asshole and on to my balls and to my dick which was rock hard now.Aunt Kamala was holding my head tight and was asking me to lick her harder and faster. Raju’s fingers accidentally touched my asshole which was already very well-lubricated. I thought I was by mistake. After.