" OK, anything else." Just pay attention to motorcycle gangs, they can be bad." OK, but why motorcycle gangs, has anything happened?" I just saw some ...ook hungry at Jeri and Elizabeth when we went out to diner the other night." Who are they?" A gang I never read about, the big gang in Florida are the 'Outlaws', the tee-shirts all said "Hells Bells Motorcycle Club" their logo looked like a devil or daemon ringing a big school bell." OK we will keep a look out for them." Thanks"After I got out of. I told him my name, and we chatted in the dark. That's when I felt his hand on my butt. I pushed it away and told him I was happily married. He laughed. I remember it sounded evil to me. I should have listened to my intuition."You don't remember me, do you?" he said.I told him no."You went out with my son years ago. I remember you. I watched him fuck you in our living room."That's when his last name clicked. I had dated a boy named Barry Tillman when I was sixteen or seventeen.It was very dark. My desire couldn’t contain itself, and I opened it hastily, spilling about 30 pictures of my mum onto the floor. I got down on my knees and started going through them, eventually unable to hold it in any longer, I pulled out my hard cock and wanked right there, eventually cumming over a picture of my mum spread-eagle on a bedpost. I cleared up as quickly as I could, wiping the cum off of the pictures and hoping it wasn’t noticeable. In a moment of abandon I pocket two pictures, just so I could. An incredibly perfect cock. The skin was velvety soft and pliable but the shaft was very hard.I was so big that I was worried that I couldn’t fit it in my mouth all the way. I went all the way down until it hit the back of my throat but there was still an inch or two left so I pushed hard and was barely able to bury the whole cock in my throat. It was a little painful but I was happy to do it.He congratulated me on doing it. I imagine that few could so I found doing it somewhat gratifying. I’d.