Then introduced her son. Now I knew coming into this conversation, that the littl guy in her shopping cart was more than likely her offspring. But lik... we established earlier, I was just doing some freelance photography. Rite!? Wrong!Miss Thing had to go and complicate things even further by asking Me about Me! "I'm 25 too!", she squeeked. It was almost orgasmic, yet sweet. " My name is James", I stamered. Dang it. I shouldn't have given her my real name. Well James, I don't realy have any. His shoes looked new and man did he smell as good as he looked. His outfit was really stylish and classy, with a slight sheen to it.Peter had on a an open collared dress shirt that was light blue and matched his eyes. It was really crisp looking. His blazer was a dark blue with vertical pin stripes and his pants were a tan colour, pleated and had a sharp crease. The whole outfit looked new as well.“You guys look amazing. Did you go shopping?” I asked.Patrick smiled and said “We knew how. I have decided that actions speak louder than words. Actions, my friend, that will be completely clear to your son, with no possibility of confusion due to poor translation skills."One nodded and two members of his crew approached the parents. Each withdrew a 9mm pistol and placed it against their heads."All I have to do is nod, and you both die instantly."One turned to two other members of his crew and said, "Prepare the girls."The two 14-year-old girls were pulled out of their chairs and. My dad ended up following in a few moments after him. I was like dam, I wanted to see as well. This mens room had a trough style urinal so you could get a great cock shot of everyone standing there. Duane was at the end and my old man was at the other, So when I walked in I got the middle. Duane was already shaking off his last few drops, but still his cock had a nice semi on, while my old man was hard as hell looking on. I whipped mine out and had a steady stream coming out. We all got a good.