Go find a soup kitchen or a flop house. Get out!’ The old man got clumsily to his feet and headed for the door. He knew there was a soup kitchen aro...nd there somewhere, but his drug softened brain wouldn’t tell him where. He stumbled out onto the sidewalk and started down the street. He only went two blocks when he recognized the soup kitchen and staggered inside. The evening meal was about to be served but first he had to listen to a sermon. After the sermon, he and all the other lost souls. Just as his cock was ready to explode, John suddenly pulled his cock out of Gary's mouth. Elaine grabbed John's cock and began pumping it. "Keep you mouth open, Candy" exclaimed Elaine. Suddenly John's cock erupted. Elaine trained the exploding cock, depositing hot sperm all over Gary's sissified face. Finally she placed John's Cock back in Gary's mouth and continued pumping it until John came again, spewing hot sperm against the back of Gary's throat and filling his mouth until the hot load. The two woman had never actually met, but had been exchanging emails and gifs for a few months now.Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a New York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's slot, this trip was going to be a feather in her cap. 5'3" with short dark red hair, the first thing most men took in upon meeting her was her 38 inch bust. It usually put them off guard and Kelly was just aggressive enough to take advantage of their distraction. By the time they learned. She darted to the door and half closed it, putting it between them, with her head peeking around the edge.“You just get dressed,” she ordered. Then, just before she shut the door, she paused.“Thank you for last night,” she said. “You were right.”This day, she chose the 1965 Bentley Flying Spur. It was long, and sleek, with maroon sides, and a pearl white hood and roof. It just screamed “Money!“ and she knew that. Once they packed, and were on the road, the V-8 purred with power, but she drove.