"Let's dance big boy," I said pulling him onto the dance floor. I held him close, then whispered into his ear. "I'm wired, so listen carefully. I thin... I am being setup, but I'm not sure. I need you to do a cop thing for me." What do you need?" he whispered."When you next see a pretty blond girl driving Helen's catering van, pull her over and get me her name off the driver's license and the number." I demanded."I saw her driving it the last couple of days. I wondered who she was myself," Jerry. . in.. my fa– you know what I mean. Next!” With about as much grace as Brigitte had when she sent him back to his wife with a fat lip, the older gentleman yanked his cock out of her gaping snatch. Within seconds, dripping hole left was filled (and then some) by another cock. The second one slid in between her lips as casually as the first, as if Brigitte was expected to save their town and serve as the equivalent of a demo model for the pocket pussies for sale at the county sex shop.“Afternoon,. Carl buried his face into the light tuft of blonde pubic hair and pulled Adam byte arse into him deeper. I so wanted to move behind the pair and get licking at the perfect round mounds of Adams arse but of course it was clear that all Adams firsts belonged to Carl. The boss must have been thinking the same as he let the boys cock spring out of his mouth and turned him around. He planted a few kisses onto the cheeks before standing up and positioning Adamson on his knees on the sofa his head. Or, at least as many of them that can be covered.When the dust settled, finally, Nick found himself with the opportunity to open his own agency, which he did and moved it to Tucson. He always knew he would be back there some day. On top of that, he moved into his first ever home at the same time. The elderly man and his wife wanted to live the next years travelling the country and world. They had no need for their home and made Nick an offer he would be a fool to reject. The taxes might be.