He was a good friend and we stayed in contact while I was in the service. He had gotten married two years ago and had a son. I've never met his wife o... son. They weren't with him today; I guess I would meet them at another time.Milton is a story of his own. His friends call him Bear since he kind of looks like one. I'll refer to him both ways in this story. He is an ex-biker that rode with a pretty rough group of guys. He had pretty much stopped hanging with the biker group when I first met. The water made the initial penetration somewhat difficult, but she was a cauldron of steaming frothing juices of her own deep inside her pleasant pussy and within seconds we were both ready for some serious banging! “Fuck me now Bryan! God, I want to feel what you do to my baby girl! I want to feel your prick shooting into me and running down my legs! Fuck yeah, that’s it, make me cum! Suck my tits! Oh God!!”When I heard a sound like a mountain lion struggling with a black bear rumbling. Take a few deep breaths. Sit back. Relax if you can. You're too tense." I looked at him. "Is there something to drink around here?" Cola. Coffee. Tea." What do you like?" Coffee, in general." Let's go get coffee."I knew I had to do or say something to change Craig's mood. When we sat down I took his hand. "Tell me what's bothering you." Well, there were a lot of problems after the floods in August. And then I just kept getting more and more irritated with Abbott. I'm not gay, but his attitude. No, dont cry, little Nicki! Be happy! Be overjoyed! I yelled to her, getting up as she lied still on the floor softly sobbing. Be excited, I said Because Im about to put my cock in you! I pulled her up by her shoulders and held her trembling, weeping body in front of me. Her shirt was gone, her skirt was up around her stomach, and her face was damp with grime and dirt. Oh! I exclaimed, holding her further away from me theatrically. Youre all dirty! We cant have that, my sweet little sex slave!.