I felt myself being removed from the hanger, Icould see this teenager wearing nothing but a bra with he vagina in fullview, he reached in the knickers...and ripped the hygiene strip off me -it felt like someone removing a plaster from a hairy arm. I was confusedas this looked like a changing room, then the penny dropped and Irealised I was being stolen.She bent down and put her legs through me, she slowly pulled me up andnow my only view was up to her vagina getting larger, I realised mymouth was. ..you ...you live alone''''yes boy , here hold it for me on the way home then''and i felt it around my hand, big , warm , hard , so big mine woud never feel the same ''you like my cock i can tell , yes like this pump it slow , daddy gonna have so much cum for you once home''and i was driving to my fate, i knew i woud be gulping down on his 9inch once homei wanted it, i kept repeating to myself he was blind and could never tell who iamstroking him as he guide me to his place and got my jand off. I was beaming inside though. I knew we’d have a good time. We drove across the street and got a room. He had fooled around with guys before, so I was following his lead. He was really gentle. We started kissing, which I immediately loved. Clothing began to fall off bit-by-bit, piece-by-piece. There was a lot of body contact, caressing, and nipple play. We took our pants off at the same time. He didn’t look very big at all and I didn’t think that this guy had a 7.50”-7.75” cock. But, he was a. Do you have a gun? Do you have anything besides your two good, strong hands? Now, I just don't think all your indignation and noble intentions, and the face that you have right on your side, is going to do much against a two hundred and thirty grain slug from this, or a blast from that shotgun. That's a very nice shotgun, by the way. Pete is grateful to you for it. It's his favorite weapon, a twelve gauge. He can make one talk, he tells me. I've never seen him use one, but I suppose he'd be.