" A drop of sweat trickled down his beautiful, shaved, chocolate-skinned head."Really?" "Unless you've got a twelve in dick, or some more personal rea...on for me to report this to command. Do you have a foot of cock?" No." He said sadly. "I don't have a 12 inch dick." "Than I'm sorry, I'll nee--" He interrupted me continuing his sentence."It's more like 13 and one quarter, but at least it's thick." I flicked the safety on and dropped the gun."I think we can work something out." I said as I. Not really rich, but comfortable. They have always tried to find practical ways of sharing the good things that the Lord has given them. There have been other guests who resided here for short, or long, periods. Alan always tries to show others the love that he knows God has shown towards him. He won’t tell you himself, but he is a true believer in (and follower of) the teachings of the Old and New Testaments. You have nothing to fear from him.’ A bit later, Alan left June and his mother at. I practically sprinted down the hall and into the bedroom that, until then, only my wife and I had ever had sex in. He was standing beside the bed, slowly stroking his cock, still wet with my saliva, and said simply "Strip WhiteBoy".I was naked in seconds, my own little 5" cock standing straight out and so hot and throbbing it actually hurt a little. He gestured toward the bed, and I knew just what he wanted -- I practically jumped on it, I was so hungry. Not saying a word, he reached out to. I heard the bikes as they drove past me, and briefly saw both riders turn to look at me as they passed. A sense of dread began to rise, as I saw both bikers then nod at each other and then one bike pull to the side of the road about ten feet in front of me. The other bike kept going and turned around the block.I had came to a top and was looking at the biker who had stopped in front of me. I felt my breathing pick up, as I slowly recognized him as one of my attackers from three weeks before. I.