”“What do you mean?”“Size mate,” Gary continued, “l mean l’ve only ever seen you soft and you must be almost ten inches and almost as th...ck as a girl’s wrist, by the time it’s hard mate it’s going to be like a fucking tree trunk.”The conversation got Jack thinking, he could see the sense in what Gary had said, he never wanted to hurt Angela, he supposed he had always assumed things would be perfect, as if by magic.It was three days later, late evening, in Jack’s car in the car park at the top. One was mine, one was Roberts, one was for Ben-David and the other was for the task force.The phone kept the call logs for days. One was all the incoming calls, including international calls. The other three were outgoing calls, the contact list and text that had not been deleted.Based on the times of the last calls and text times, Diya made them and then turned off the phone and hid it seconds before the SUVs made the run toward the field house. The last calls and text were to his father and. " What say we go to the park for a while; I know a really good place," What say we just go to Oldham," she said; "and I won't pull out my Mace!"The banter went on like this for a while; but the cabby was getting his way,By the time that they got up to Oldham; the tranny was ready play.They drove to the cabdriver's favourite spot, a place that he used quite a bit,He climbed in the backseat and cuddled the tranny; then he made a lunge for her tit."They're just for looks, they're not real you dumb. My face was up against the brick wall, and I can remember the smell of the green coloured growth as my face was forced against it. His breathing and the noises he was making made it obvious to me what he was doing to me, the sharp pain I felt on my clitoris as he tore my thong off, the rhythmic slapping noises against my naked buttocks told me clearly he was fucking me, and all I had to do was let him finish, and leave my with his semen.He ran off into the darkness and I did not bother to look.