"What is it?" He asked.Paul scrambled out of the car and over to the sidewalk. Michael looked around to see what had upset Paul so much. All he could ...ee was an empty street.Paul was looking down at the sidewalk where some broken glass was scattered. "Shit! Shit! Shit! My fucking car's been stolen!" shouted Paul in frustration. He should have known better than to leave his car in an area like this overnight. "They got my fucking credit cards as well!" How much money have you got left?" Michael. His penis throbbed with desire as he continued to twist my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He instructed me with his heavily laden-ed whiskey breath '... bend over just a little and place your hands on the wall...' As I did so his hands released my nipples and slid down my back. One hand explored my buttcrack and probed my anal opening slightly. As I softly moaned his other hand slid up from my testicles and spread a substance between my buttocks and into my anal opening. In doing so he. ***Kirsty was a slim woman, with long flowing auburn hair, long legs and slim waist. Her breasts were small and despite being twenty-five she easily passed for an eighteen-year-old. It was this youthful appearance that had continued to allow her agents to go get her small roles in any number of films over the last five years since she had left her teen years behind.Finally, though she had been offered the leading role in a film playing not surprisingly a young teenager who comes of age and. He knows me too well and before I could even get an answer out, he has a beer in front me. Smiling, he says “This one is on me.” “That’s where I want to be… on you!” It is out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. I blush and giggle, trying to make it sound less serious than I meant it. Tim just smiled, saving me from my own embarrassment and went back to his customers. Now, don’t get me wrong. Tim is stunningly handsome: Dark hair that falls over his eyes, a bit too shaggy for.