As a result, he usually left their house with between $100-150 in his pocket. This continued until the holiday season when things began to slow down. ...his gave him time to take care of some chores that he had been postponing. It was during this time that he was able to sit down and take stock of where he was. He was surprised to discover the results when he finished. After he had bought the land and mobile home, he had about $10,000 left to live off of. When he added up everything, he now had. ”I was really embarrassed at being called a needle dick, especially by a guy with a really huge cock. For some reason though, I was probably overly anxious to make them believe me. I enthusiastically said, “If anything, I don’t believe that you two are fucking your own mother. But I can tell you that I just love to suck a juicy pussy, and I don’t care much whether or not it has just been fucked. I can’t really explain it. I just love the feel, smell, wetness and taste of a ripe, inseminated. '“'Yes, that is it. Make my dick feel good. Go faster. I am ready to cum. Yes. Go faster. Agghh. Yes. Now. So good. Agghh. Zak, cum in me, baby.'“'Carlos, I am cumming. Agghh. Yes. Yes. My dick is deep in your ass. Can you feel me squirting?'“'It feels wonderful. I want all your cum. Yes, baby. What a fuck. We must do this again.'“'Let me leave you two guys to get cleaned up and thank you for the show. I am going to find my cousin so we can rub our pussies until I cum. If you come back this. My eyes savor the handsome guy in front of me, settling on the bulge contained in those slacks, "Sure", I reply, stepping aside, the door closing behind you, my hands reaching out to loosen the tie, and stepping closer as I unbutton the first few buttons of your shirt. The whole time my eyes stare at you never leaving my own reflection in the mirrors of your shades. Tracing my hand inside your shirt to slide it along your pecs, down your abs just stopping at your belt, my jeans-clad bulge.