" Well, I will tell you what I did not like to mention on my return from Yanina." Say on." I went, of course, to the chief banker of the town to make ...nquiries. At the first word, before I had even mentioned your father's name"--"'Ah, ' said he. 'I guess what brings you here.'"'How, and why?'"'Because a fortnight since I was questioned on the same subject.'"'By whom?'--'By a Paris banker, my correspondent.'"'Whose name is'--"'Danglars.'" He!" cried Albert; "yes, it is indeed he who has so long. Brighton is a town of 33,000 Northeast of Denver 20 miles or so on US Highway 85.I was laying on my couch, kind of zoned out, half asleep and half listening to Letterman. I like to sit around in my jockeys and turn the heat up in the apartment to where I'm comfortable without much on, even in winter. Money for utility bills was no issue.When I heard the knock, at first I wasn't sure I actually had heard it, or if it might be next door. Then, a little more sharply came a rapping and I stumbled. , it can also look creepy during night because its right next to a little forest and on the front side is a church on the other side of the road, so going there alone during night is a brave task.Now its half in ruins but when it was in a better condition we hung out almost every week there, there were around 20 rooms there, half of them really big, almost like in some castles with very high ceilings, anyway one time we are all flirting and messing around as usual, drinkin a bit. This was maybe. I was drifting off into another world as if I was having an out of body experience. Just then as if he appeared out of nowhere I heard another zipper and opened my eyes to see a tall man with a long hard dick in his hand push his shaft into my mouth. I eagerly accepted his hunk of meat and sucked on it as a 2yr old sucking on a tootsie roll. Now every hole in my body was being fucked and it was like a dream come true. As the dick in my ass went in the one in my pussy would go out and visa.