He was born and raised in the slums of Marseilles and he had made his way up to the big City for no other reason than to escape the debts that he had ...un up with some very bad people.He had kicked the cocaine habit, but he was still a drab, grey specimen of a man, living on the fringes of the criminal world. Then he had the great good fortune to run into his friend Eddie.Eddie had been his partner in the days when they were working pickpocketing and purse snatchings around the Gare De. It was almost dark by the time we got there and set up our camp. We enjoyed a nice dinner which CJ helped prepare over the camp fire. After dinner and cleanup we went and prepared our bed in the back of my van. We talked until late and then I got up to make sure our campfire had been completely doused. When I climbed back inside the van, she had zipped the two sleeping bags together to make one big one and she had already gotten between the sleeping bags. She pulled back the top sleeping bag. A soft, wet feeling moved from his thigh across his penis to his abdomen. Then he felt Shellie’s soft fingers grip him. He felt a great urge to arch his back as he felt his penis penetrate her. He had missed the feeling of her velvety grip, he moaned uncontrollable as he felt her full weight on his lap and her hands on his chest. He felt the bed begin to move and could fell her tightness moving up and down his shaft. She had always loved this position. He felt a pull upward and felt the. Just us.’ ‘To go where?’ Riley asked in protest. ‘And do what?’ He smirked to himself. ‘To go out together tomorrow night and enjoy ourselves.’ **** Friday morning. Riley came into the work’s toilets and noticed that Ryan had come in early and was doing something to his eyelashes. He raised an eyebrow at the blond’s ministrations but tried to think no more of it. ‘You’re in earlier than usual.’ He didn’t as much as jump or flinch and he peered over at him. ‘Hey, Ri,’ he greeted casually, not at.