You park the car and tell me to get out and follow you. We both get out and you grab my hand and pull me along with you. I look around to see where we...are or where we are going. In front of us there is a walking bridge which goes across the river below. We can hear the wind gently blowing through the trees and the sound of the river rushing downstream. It seems as if we are the only ones out here – – no one is watching and no one is listening Its only us and us alone. We have this beautiful. Now this program wasn't strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or high risk individuals that needed close supervision. We had two SOs' that I knew of, a few serial car thieves and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty Dave is my name and I've seen a thing or two. We'll start off easy. The program's name was Highways and Byways, it was ran by a short little guy that fancied himself a street preacher and he had connections with the local court system. So I guess you could say there. "What is it?" he asked, seeing the smile on her face and assuming it was good news for his team. "Did Jackson decide to give up?" No, even better news than that," she said. "We're pulling out. You're now on your own."He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" I mean I've just received orders to cease cooperation with the FLEB. I'm pulling my cops out of here and breaking down the perimeter." You can't do that!" he yelled loud enough for everyone within thirty meters to hear."I can and I. Perhaps the most strangely exciting moments for my friends and I (besides the obvious thrill of getting to fuck such an attractive, and eager, white European married woman---and to get her pregnant) was as we were fucking Mara, and then realize that her husband was so excited by this that he was masturbating as he watched us fucking her; and I don't mean just the fact that Tomas would be stroking his tiny cock (which he referred to as a 'penis', rather than a 'cock'), but that after a while he.