I said. Tilt your seat back. She said popping her head up. I did as she told me too. She pushed me back into my seat and pulled down her trip pants. S...e moved her red thong to the side and sat on my cock. Pure heaven. She slide down slowly on my cock and grinded our pelvises together. I smacked her ass and she started to bounce up and down on my rod. I grabbed her pierced tits through her tank top and started to thrust up as much as I could. She laid on top of me and bit my neck lightly and. .." he started ".......never mind" "Oi!" I said "Tell me. Say what you were going to say, AND the truth aswell " "You'll think I'm an old pervert" he said "You're not THAT old" I teased "What? Tell me?" "I've had about a thousand wanks over you" "A thousand and one, now" I mused , cleaning myself up a little with thecorner of a sheet "What's so shocking about that? Vice versa might apply, you know!" "DOES IT?" he seemed genuinely amazed "Really?" "Yeah!??!" I continued "Lots of times anyway.. Finally, he got up from the bed. ‘All right, man, I’m going to get the ice.’ He waited. Thomas didn’t move or acknowledge him. ‘You know, Tommy, carrying your heavy ass into the tub is about as much fun for me as it is for you. But hey,’ he poked two fingers into Tommy’s ribs, ‘I like listening to you scream like a girl when you hit the water.’ Elliot looked up. There was nothing interesting there that he could see. Who knew what Rainman Tommy was seeing. Elliot went out of the room. Ten. Sociopaths. They’re everywhere. I know these human-looking monsters all too well. You could say that I used to be one, once upon a time. Then something came along and changed me. I now fight for the good guys. But I’m genetically designed to be a bad guy. Does that make sense to you? It’s my life, I guess. I wish I could make myself clearer but I can’t. What bothers me about most human beings is the fact that they’re sheep on two legs. For example, there is a red-haired white woman working in.