I've never been really sure how I got there. I've lived in Jacksonville on and off for 30 years and I've driven through the neighborhood often enough ...hat I know what 8th street is like.Guys that look and dress like me only show up to buy crack or pot or hookers. The cops would give me an odd look, and once or twice they asked me for ID, which I gave them. I was so drunk I don't know why they didn't put me in the drunk tank, but these young men and women seemed to be just embarrassed about. She had let his tongue in right away and was sucking on it. He was playing with her breasts through her blouse, tracing soft circles on them with his fingers. She was against the door. Now he was talking."I'm going to do some things to you. You won't like all of them, but you'll let me do them anyway. Right?" She just nodded."I'm going to give you some tests. No one knows about us. This isn't happening. If you want to stop it'll really not happen. We'll go back to how we were. But if you do. I'd put off saying anything while I was trying to see if the Liberator could actually work for me, but I'd gone as far as I could in that direction and it did, in fact, do what I needed it to do. Besides, I had to have her help, and lots of it, if I had any hope of pulling this off.So I told her. I tried to put as good a spin on it as I could, but even to me it sounded seriously weak. The last-ditch effort of the doomed man, was all I could hear. The thing was, since I hadn't been able to. "Rub lower please", he said, "lower". I moved my hands a little lower, now massaging each butt cheek, he moan his approval. He kept his eyes closed and I was glad as i could feel myself becoming aroused by his thick cock waving around in front of me. "Oh my, that feels so good, you're hands are magic", keep rubbing me, he groaned. "Can you go just a bit lower?", he asked. I moved my hands lower and was now massaging the back of his upper thighs, his scrotum was hanging down, swaying back and.