Almost as soon as he got home he was trying to find a way out. Picking the lock just wasn't possible - the thing seemed to have been designed to resis... any attempt to pick it. Nor could he squeeze himself out of the belt - he'd done much too good a job of sizing it to his waist for that. He did briefly consider bolt-cutters or a hacksaw but quickly dismissed the idea, the belt was much too tight a fit for those tools to be used by anyone but a professional and he wasn't ready for that kind of. I can't say we might not see some guys we know. After all it's a local hangout."As much as I want to be there I just didn't feel right bothering her on her girl's night out. She said they had one every few months. I told her I didn't want to interfere with her plans and besides we would be going to the ball game the following week.On Saturday I felt down. It had been months since I even got laid. I was all wrapped up in Ariel. I went to a bar where I knew older women hung out. They were always. Gimme some 'f yur horsies and I'll let you live." He brandished his cudgel.I heard a cackling from the porch of the inn; there was a pair of old one-armed men in matched rocking chairs. The one with a long white beard shouted, "Bye, Samuel, it was fun watching you and your evil kin stomp around for a while; but now you're a dead man!"Samuel turned and started threatening the old man, when the other old man started singing, "Sword Saint, Sword Saint; will kill you dead," over and over.The big. His big erect dick is pushing against my belly as I wash him. It's unavoidable at close proximity. I sit back on the seat and squeeze more soap out, then rub his left leg down to his foot, then his right.(Dylan)After rinsing the shampoo from my hair, I look down to see Mom seated at an ideal height. With more soap in her hand, she reaches my erection and starts washing it.(Jessica)Dylan's erection is right in my face with the height of this seat. I rub all over it and tug down on his balls. I.