The Bearded man walked right up to Christine and said, ‘Actually, that’s a bobber.’ He lifted his hand up to Christine’s face, caressed her ch...ek, placed his thumb gently on her bottom lip and slightly pulled down on it. ‘You do know what a bobber is right? you pretty little thing.’ Christine swatted the man’s hand away. ‘I’m not sucking your dick.’ The man chuckled and put his hands in the air. ‘Whoa, easy there little filly! A bobber is just a type of bike. This here is my new bobber.’ The. David was the first to exit, as was standard. He searched thoroughly through every inch of yard and window and tree for any form of threat or suspicious activity. David was one of those guards who took his job very seriously, which was good on his part because my father’s idea of a pink slip was about six inches of steak and a sun bath. Father was very strict when it came to my protection. Through his many centuries of existence, he has sired many sons, none of which have survived past four. ..enjoy," Frank said. As Ghost rammed his dick back down my throat to his balls, I heard Frank spit, then actually felt it on my asshole. THen I heard, "Hold on Frank...spread her cheeks...," my brother Harry said. I felt my butt cheeks being spread, then I could feel something being pressed against my asshole and slightly enter me. Then lots of laughter from the bikers watching who were recovering for thier next turn on me or still waiting for thier first. "Brother, thats gonna be so fucking. It was nearly as an enthusiastic a greeting when Joe and his large contingent arrived at Alejandra’s and Al’s opulent house. But Joe sensed the ambivalence in Alejandra.“What’s wrong?” Joe asked after the lengthy kiss.“Al is dying,” she told him. “Colon cancer that’s become malignant.”“I’m sorry, Alejandra,” Joe responded gently.“The problem is, I’m not,” she admitted. “I know somewhere inside him is the man I once loved, but he made it impossible to find it. His possessiveness ended up.