The man's desk, even though has a computer on it, seems as if the man never advanced past the era of typewriters, files and different pages everywhere... The only clean spot is reserved to a framed photo of a younger version of the man greeting me, hugging a red head who holds a small child, but as though defying the clear significance of the photo, in front of it lays an ashtray with two cigars in it."So, my name is James Gordon, but you can call me Jim, as most of the others do. Jack had high. "Stay behind me," he ordered, pulling his pistol as he stepped onto the porch. He started to knock and Lana handed him her key, before pulling her own pistol from her waistband. He nodded, carefully unlocking the door and easing it open. They could hear the sound of a radio in the back of the house, and then a woman's scream, cut off suddenly.Lana tried to push past Jake and he grabbed her, his look a warning. She started to shake him off and he shook his head, motioning her to be quiet. He. While I was looking at him, his semi-erect dick slowly became rock hard. He then lifted his left foot, rested it beside my right ear, and his right foot beside my left ear.Now my head was between his legs, and since he was squatting, my mouth lied just below his gigantic ball sack. His dick looked like a giant curved coconut tree as viewed from the ground from my perspective, only that the tip of his penis pointed to his face instead of the sky.His dick was very thick, uncut, rock hard and. I was the only one who got down at that station. There were hardly 10-12 people including the ticket counter person and railway staff. I could easily figure out the driver who had come to receive me.It was some 70 kilometer away from that railway station. I could only see the bare sand and burnt bushes. It was no less than any haunted location. Honestly, I was feeling very scared from inside. On the way, there were few people and animals I could spot.I felt really happy when I reached my.