"I think he changed his mind about telling the police about me," said Gavin, "I also think he did everything he could to protect me."At last Gavin was...feeling guilty about what he had done as the vigilante. It had been as a result of his actions that his father had been brutally tortured and killed. A man who had never broken the law in his life, a man who wouldn't know a gang member if he fell over one on the street was dead because Gavin had brought the gangs into his life.For the first time. ’ ‘I could not resist.’ ‘Well aren’t you sweeter than honey tonight.’ ‘How kind of you.’ ‘I hope you know there is a real reason why I asked you to come with me tonight.’ ‘You needed a date?’ ‘Far more than that, I wanted to spend time with you.’ ‘Well I am glad to be spending time with you.’ ‘No, you don’t understand.’ ‘I feel a connection, something invisible binding the two of us. I know you feel it too, don’t be afraid you can say it to me. After all it is exactly what I want to hear.’. The Davies’s had a large bronze pot besides the fireplace. And in the polished surface of this pot I could easily make out the huge buttocks of my favourite neighbour. From her position on her knees, with her head in my crotch, her hefty ass was raised, and in the reflection I could see her sodden underwear, between the huge fleshy boulders I’d lusted after for what felt like an age. I just couldn’t take it anymore.She must have felt my cock swell a bit from the sight of her ass, because she. He pushed it open and let us in. Steve closed the door behind us. I was so curious what this was all about, but I didn’t say a thing, keeping so many questions to myself . They guided me upstairs and stopped at a door. I heard music coming from behind that door. ‘Is somebody here?’ I asked. ‘No, I forgot to turn off the radio before I left.’ Steve explained, smiling. Edwin opened the door and told me to wait inside for them, telling me they would be there soon but had to do something first. I.