Christian Crusader. It wasn't that Christian Crusader was a bad super-hero. He had all the requisite hero traits. He was strong; he was brave; he was ...thletic; he could fly. He was also blessed with the kind of fantastic good looks that made all the ladies swoon. With his flowing blond locks and a body that looked as though it had been finely chiselled from marble Christian Crusader was every bit the dashing hunk.It was just that ... well ... he was a little embarrassing. I mean c'mon,. He was somewhat short at only 61 but it didnt bother him. He raised the two girls by himself, since their mother had divorced him and run off with another man, but she never saw anger touch his features. He was always smiling or neutral. After all these years, she honestly started to believe he couldnt be angered. So, whats up? he asked her I just wanted to tell you that schools closed today. A fire apparently started last night or something Oh shoot. Then what are you going to do all day? I. Having skewered her, he paused, delighting in the feel of her penetratedanus fluttering frantically about his invading organ. It would do her nogood, this last-ditch effort at defiance, but he would enjoy thesensations of the quivering, squeezing sphincter until, at last, thetrembling stopped.It did, too, of course, in relatively short order, as, relaxing, her anusopened, accepting the inevitability of his presence within her bottom,and he drew his hips well back, watching his magnificent. There's a park near where I live, where I do most of my flashing. I was wearing shorts, just shorts, and no underwear. Hell, I hadn't worn underwear in years. My shorts were white jogging shorts, the kind that is really short, and loose at the crotch. All I have to do is to pull them up, and my cock and balls just hang out the sides. I love the feel of the sudden exposure to the air when I do that. On one side of the park, the sidewalk bends to the right, to avoid some trees that are.