’ Matt said, getting up and preparing to leave. ‘Let’s use my car, and drive to the police station. This disk frightens the hell out of me, and ...he sooner we get rid of it, the happier I’ll be.’ ‘Hold on.’ Heavy Metal Thunder said, as he got up, and put a restraining hand on Matt’s shoulder. ‘We need to prepare before hand first, just incase we run into them again. Besides I’ve got to wait for my clothes to get out of the dryer first anyway.’ Turning around to face Heavy Metal Thunder Matt. His cock became a pulsing spar that protruded from his crotch. As his eyes moved over his wife, relishing the light golden smoothness of her complexion, which was a result of her biracial heritage, the way her dark brown hair bordered the lovely features of her face, and the slender curves of her form, the black man found himself amazed by what had transpired and how easily he had given himself to it. Almost as if it had been the most natural thing for him to do. And to make things even more. Well, I didn't get talked into it. I chose to do it. I did some modeling." What? When? And ... wait ... do you mean what I think you mean by 'modeling'? You must, otherwise we'd know that you had done it. What exactly are you talking about?" I met a girl at some party and we got to talking. She told me she had been doing some modeling for a photographer friend of hers. He was trying to make a name for himself with some adult magazines and he was looking for models. She said it paid pretty good,. They were moving fast and she knew it must be impacting one of his dreams. Emily would have loved to keep this pace up, but she had other plans for him. She quickened her pace and added one hand at the base of his cock and the other came up to fondle his balls. It only took a minute or two of effort before his eye lids blinked opened and shut again. After another minute of sucking his cock and fondling his balls, she stopped."Good morning sunshine." she said. Bob just moaned and asked for more..