No one came knocking at my door. In a short time I had grown used to having a social life, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, it disappeared. My d...ys were filled with work and commuting and my evenings were once again times for television and solitude. I wasn't sure how this had come about, but then I didn't really understand why all the social activity had begun for me in the first place. In a very real sense, my life had returned to normal.It was the following Sunday before I once again. Dunmore's actions had encouraged Tory adventures, some of which turned deadly and destructive.At times Andrew and his friends became screaming night riders who attacked the homes of disloyal leaders in the dark of the moon, setting them afire and then shooting from ambush at the fleeing men, women and children. On Saturday afternoons they occasionally charged through rural militia companies on their parade grounds, knowing their weapons would be unloaded. They left behind angry and confused. Seeing I was nude too. I was too shocked to do or say anything - I just stood there. One thing that I remember was his cock was not hard – it hung nicely down over his ball sac. I don t know why but I did notice it was circumcised and looked about 6 inches long on the slack. He was a virtual stranger, but had always been nice to ne when he visited… He was older and single and I knew he had girlfriends, my dad often teased him about how pretty they were and how often he changed them. I don’t. Roughly he pushed Janice back into the chair in a sitting position and lierally ripped off her tiny bikini panties. His large, meaty hands grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs open, exposing the pink, shaved and very swollen pussy that Bruce had come to know and love so well. Kneeling in front of the chair put Jeff at the perfect angle to enter Janice and now, holding both her ankles up high in one hand, he used the other to guide his mighty cock towards her waiting pussy. Bruce watched the.