The thoughts swirled through his head and despitethe reality of a thousand dollar weekly benefit, he gagged, almost sick atwhat had happened.That nigh... as he sit quiet in his room, he couldn't stop thinking about theday, what had happened and what he had to do before his first official dayat work. He pulled up the waistband of his boxers and looked at his cock,at the hair surrounding it. Could he actually shave it off as he'd beentold?As he sat thinking, his bedroom door opened, his dad stuck. "What the hell." I thought. "What can he do?"I stopped to pick him up. He said thanks and he jumped in, most likely glad to get a ride at 11:00 at night in the winter. I told him no problem. Now, let me say, I can't pass. No way. I'll give him this, he never batted an eye. I asked him where he was going. "Oklahoma City Mam." he said. That did it, I took him to Oklahoma City, over a 100 miles. Why? Like I told him, he treated me like a lady. We talked about things there, we stopped and he went. .. "I love feeling you high up inside me, Randy! You gonna cum for me, boy?" Oh, yeah..." I want you to give it to me, Randy, right up my vagina! I'm eager for you, Randy! Feel how moist I am for you? I love how you're thrusting into me! Give it to me, Randy, give it to me deep! Impregnate me, Randy..."Lin noticed the testes beginning to rise up in the scrotal sac. "He's close!" she thought, "I must time this carefully..." Lin positioned her body into a deep squat, balancing her weight far. ..Carl was already gearing up to engage the burly pair, but I placed ahand on his arm and offered my most feminine smile as if to say. "It'smy turn."Erin Brockovich, that accidental crusader, had once told a reporter shehad two invaluable assets in uncovering the truth. Of course by noweveryone knew what she meant, though the world was honestly too cynicalto fall for such cheap theatrics. Or was it?Good sturdy Italian men, no nonsense under most circumstances but meltedlike butter before a.