Especially since most of Mother's best intentions usually went wrong. Not that things didn't 'work out', but - ***My childhood wasn't a typical one, n...t with a mother that vowed to keep her only child out of trouble at any cost. One summer, the neighborhood's tough kids in a sort of loose gang once roughed me up when I was only six years old, over some disputes over who won the street kick ball game. When I went home that evening, my face was all bloody and my shirt was all ripped to pieces.. If they had met any of the refugees who had moved to Misera, they would have learned just how bad things could have been.Colonel Naff listened in on one committee that was designing a truck stop. The men were really into the discussion, covering how many pumps they needed to serve some number of customers every hour. There was a major digression concerning how long it took to fill the gas tank of a truck. He listened to the discussion wondering why a refugee camp needed a truck stop.After. I lift his head, his eyes stare into mine. We kiss again. Our tongues dance together, our bodies getting impatient. I kiss his neck down to his shoulders then move to his muscular chest and down to his boxers. I take my two fingers and lower his boxers. His beautiful thick cock greets me. As I look up at him I slip the tip in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and slide it in deeper. I can see his eyes roll back in pleasure, as I slowly slide up. I take his cock and lick his balls, as he. We drove to an exclusive club 15 minutes out of the city limit, and turned off the car.“Are you ready for this baby” Cindy asked“ I think so, I’m getting hard just thinking about a cock in my mouth”We walked up to the club and showed my card to the man at the door, he took a quick look at it and he ushered us in. We sat down in a small waiting type room and waited.After sitting for a little while a woman walked into the room. “Welcome to the Shume” she purred. “I hope that you will find what.