He cowers below the level of the window, and then peeps out into the night. The poker scrapes on the wooden floor. He looks towards the Irish coast, h...ping to see the distant glow of the towns across the bay. Because what he wants now, is human contact. He wants to feel that someone will protect him, will come for him. But he knows there is no such person. He knows in his heart that won’t happen. He sinks into his chair again. He feels exhausted, drained. He feels weak. He feels now that. ‘Mr. Bam Barkley’ had been written on the front, a woman’s handwriting. I opened the envelope to find a clean, crisp hundred dollar bill. No note or anything. Just a new one hundred dollar bill. ‘Oh, look at that!’ Mr. Katz exclaimed. ‘A hundred dollar bill! You are a very lucky man, Mr. Barkley.’ I gave Mr. Katz a tight smile and a quick nod. I shoved the bill into my pocket and walked out of the apartment building into the late morning sun on the busy city street. I knew it had to have been. A deep long whisper leaves u containing the words, im cumming. Three jerks later and my mouth is free, only to be refilled by hot steaming potential c***dren. I was about to cough some out and u quickly closed my mouth, and demanded I swallow. Just to breathe I agree and swallow. "there you go baby yea swallow daddies k**s". To be honest it wasn’t that bad. Alittle salty but very smooth. I wanted more. Its pitch black in here now and I hear u pulling on ur clothes. I thought u were pulling them. Abwechselnd an den Brustwarzen ihrer vollen Titten lutschend und saugend, stoße ich ihr meinen steifen Schwanz gleichzeitig immer wieder genüsslich in ihr nasses Fickdöschen, wobei ich mit einer Hand ihre ebenfalls sehr reizvollen Arschbacken streichle und irgendwann mit den Fingern dann auch in der Spalte zwischen ihnen, an ihrem Hintertürchen rumspiele. Ich bin mittlerweile ebenfalls so erregt, dass meine kräftigen Stöße in ihre glitschige Fickspalte rasch schneller und härter werden, was.