You know what I used to think about them?" What?" she asked quietly."I used to tell myself that they'd sold their souls. That they'd given up morality...completely in order to be able to do what they do and sleep at night. I used to swear that there was no way I could ever do such a thing." I looked over at her. "What you are asking me to do amounts to selling my soul, Tracy. I would be taking something from someone else in order to further my own cause. I will not do that. I'll invest in stocks. We drove on for a couple more hours before we began seeing the outskirts of Phoenix. I got out the map and direction to Tina's house that we got from his mother before we left Little Rock. We found her house fairly easily and we pulled up in front to see the moving truck parked right in front of the garage. We went inside, introducing Angel as my "friend" (we didn't think sister needed to know we had been keeping company with a prostitute!) and discussed what we needed to do to get her all. I moved over to her slowly gently pulling her close as I start to kiss her, my hands moving down her body squeezing her pert little bum making her softly moan out, her hand starting to rub my already hard cock through my jeans.I pulled away smiling as I started to pull my top off as she pulled my jeans down smiling as my hard cock was free for her to tease, dropping to her knees she started to flick the tip of my cock with her tongue, looking down to see delta white sucking my cock was such a. So there is no sex. Try one of my other stories. This story is the fictional product of my (and Milo’s?) imagination. Any resemblance to people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. ***** Milo Milo O’Connor was the eighth child of Sean and Mary O’Connor. They always thought it lucky he was born on Christmas day, even though he was premature and underweight. They were a devout protestant family living in Belfast. Sean was purchasing officer at the shipyard. It was not unknown for crates of.