”The paramedic said, “It will require a few stitches to fix the bleeding. We’ll give you a ride in the ambulance.”Jerry shook his head and sai..., “I’ll drive my truck.”“You weren’t involved?”“No, I wasn’t,” answered Jerry as he looked back towards his truck wondering if he was going to have a chance to drop it off to be painted today.“You sure looked angry at the woman in the car,” replied the man as he recalled the expression on the face of Jerry as he marched towards the car just a few minutes. Jizz was drooling from his piss-hole and trickling down his cockshaft. The stuff was as thick and sluggish as vanilla syrup.Debby cupped his balls in the palm of her left hand, jiggling them up and down as if she were weighing his load on a scale.She squeezed gently and purred when she felt his jizz slosh around within the hairy bags."Jeez, you're so full!" she sighed.She folded her right hand around his cock, holding it at the root. It loomed up from her fist like some menacing, heavy-headed. Hassan was hanging around mom at the bar, buying her drinks and chatting her up. There was nothing I could do if she enjoyed the attention. She was a free agent. My Mom, not my wife.Yet I took a close interest, feeling a twang of jealousy and uncomfortable curiosity.Next day Hassan's friends all greeted Ann and joked more with her. Not all of them spoke fluent English but those that did acted as translators. They would laugh ripely among themselves about something, then translate to us what. "Please, oh please. Your father will punish you worse if you hurt me again." For all he knows, I am still in my bed, wracked in agony caused by his own hand. He will never believe that my hatred for you is far greater than the pains in my head." Oh, God help me. Don't. Please."Lawrence dug one hand into the thick petticoats that draped his victim. He mauled her breasts, one and the other. His left hand unhooked the trousers from his engorged prick."Pull your dress up, wretched girl." Please,.