.. There was a sound from the alley as he started by. Startled, he thought at first it might be a mugger, but then the sound came again, a moan... som...one might be in trouble.Many, perhaps even most, New Yorkers would have turned and walked away as quickly as possible, not wishing to become involved, but not Charlie. His small town upbringing had ingrained in him the instinct to help which not even a lifetime of big city life could change."Hello?" he called, standing at the alley entrance. The. . Ron!Not in Kim's body, just plain old Ron, walking toward me. What was he up to, I thought?Then I saw our friend, Lou, behind him, and suspected I knew... Ron gave me a soft kiss on the lips hello."Hi there hon," I said. "Who's your friend?" Shay, meet my buddy Lou," Ron said.I smiled at Lou and gave him a kiss on the cheek."Nice to meet you," I said.Lou was a friend of ours. He was about 35, and a nice, good-looking guy. His wife, Charlene, however, had just left him about a month ago for a. Her eyes were watering. “Again” she gasped. He grabbed her head again and slid his cock into her throat. She gagged again. He kept her head pressed there. She gagged more. Then she pulled back and he released her head. She pulled his cock out of her throat and had lots of stringy slobber dripping down her chin. She spit a large amount of it on her hand and looked at me as she slapped it on her pussy. As she pulled her hand away, long strings of spit came form her pussy to her hand and she had. When I was younger, I always loved the first snow. I loved the way the world slowly changed into shades of gray, while a blanket of pure white delicately laid over everything. What once was a lush forest of greens and browns becomes a frozen skeletal jungle of browns, grays, and white. I thought it was pretty, at least.’ ‘Because of the way it was monochrome?’ ‘I guess so.’ I chuckled slightly at myself, ‘I guess I’m kind of odd at times.’ ‘Well, I would hope so, there is one of you, correct?’.