The man who set him on the right path and put the dream of being a U.S. Marshal in his heart.He knew right then, the things Marshal Hopkins had done f...r his dad, was what made his dad want to always help another man in need.Eli Crow Junior knew right then, deep in his own heart, that he too would one day become a U.S. Marshal. No matter what! No matter who stood in his way. He could already see it in his mind, he could feel it in his heart. He was going to be just like his dad! He reached up to. I felt like I could CUM looking at his FACE. He was CLEAN SHAVEN on his face but had THICK GREY/BLACK EYEBROWS AND SIDEBURNS. The SWEAT from his FOREHEAD slowly went down the side of his FACE and into the neck FOLDS which GLISTENED with SEXUAL OOZE and FERVOR. His BROAD STOCKY ARMS could barely reach his LARGE BALLS and he had to just BEND FORWARD slightly to CUP EM ALL in his HANDS but they would yet FALL around his FINGERS. He came and gave me a HUG and said "I have been wanting this for SO. Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced as her body began to build to an orgasm that almost caused her to fall face first to the shower floor. After it was over, Marcia opened her eyes to see Tracy Standing there watching her. By the bulge in his pants, it was obvious that he had seen the whole thing. The hungry look in his eyes sent another shiver through her body and she took a step toward him. He met her halfway and her wet body pressed tightly against his. He kissed her deeply and his. Buster’s big, brown, smelly and he slobbers. But, he’s my staunchest friend; utterly loyal, devoted and the best side-kick a guy could ever ask for.We talk in the dark-hours. I’ll sit with three fingers of cheap scotch in an old jelly glass and share my thoughts. He’ll cock his head back and forth, as if to say, “Yeah, I get it boss. Life ain’t easy.” He’s a former street dog; he knows these things.I’d changed a lot since my personal day of reckoning. The slightly overweight and pasty me, was.