In his dying moments Daddy Blue finally found someone who cared about him. Something he had never known in his miserable lifetime. Something like that...should be rewarded he thought. ‘Look man, I don’t have a cell phone but I’m going for help, I’ll just be a minute. There’s a bar just a few doors down. Hang on.’ ‘Don’t bother,’ he whispered, ‘I ain’t going to make it nohow. You take this, an’ what ever else I got. Tell my stable Daddy Blue ain’t coming back, they belongs to you now.’ And with. This time, it started deep within her, scorched up to her breasts and then sped downward to her groin as she let out a wild moan and held both hands onto the shuddering headboard. After she stopped moving, Greg put his hands on her sweat-dampened waist and gently moved her over and down onto her back, taking a much needed breath. Then, rolling back onto his back, he lay on one arm over his eyes and smiled. He was still erect and willing but she had fallen asleep. ‘Old man, huh?’ he said to. They were massaging their side of my body. Got a good hand, shoulder, neck and back massage. Felt nice with four hands working on my body at a time.Then came the leg massage. They just touched my ass and went straight to my legs. They massaged my calf and then moved up to the thighs. Slowly while massaging my things they started feeling up my ass. I have a soft ass. They were now fully concentrating on my ass. One taking care of each of my ass cheeks. They were massaging it…squeezing it. “It was just another action movie whereas the TV series was mostly about mind games.”“So that’s a ‘thumbs down’?” Kurt laughed.“If it had been called ANYTHING else, and not made Mr. Phelps into a traitor, I’d have liked it. But if you call something Mission: Impossible it better fucking BE Mission: Impossible, complete with self-destructing tapes, rubber masks, undetected infiltration, and mind games!”“With the caveat that I never watched the TV show, I thought it was pretty good,” Kurt.