Now it was just me, Rony and Jack. Jack moved next to me, now I was between them. We had few drinks and talked about few things, now Jack had his hand...rubbing my back. I asked them do they always share and they said we alway do in our family. I knew they didn’t have any plan to let go of me. We left after some time, they were still holding on to me as we walked to the car. As we reached the car Jack gave me a deep kiss, it lasted a few minutes. Then we got into that car, Jack was driving and Me. She accepted it when he handed it over to her.Titus asked, "What is your problem?" My husband is beating me," the woman said."That would be a problem if you didn't like it so much," Titus said."Are you crazy? Of course I don't like getting beaten," the woman protested.Titus lifted up a folder and opened it. He summarized the contents, "January of this year, police were called to the home of Marcus and Julia DeMente for a domestic violence complaint. No charges filed. February of this year,. I had my Kentucky rifle now and had managed to find several other rebels with similar armament to gather around me in a sort of well-armed little center of defensive firepower in a sea of poorly made smoothbores that were ineffective at best. I knew from my studies that General George Washington was well aware of the impact because he personally authorized the establishment of a Ranger force of some one thousand and four hundred sharpshooters designated as snipers to harass the British forces. Moments later he was stroking it and back to fantasizing about sucking on large mounds of breast meat. He was fully hard and if he continued uninterrupted would have blown a load into the toilet or at least on to the back of the toilet seat.There was knocking at the door. "Hurry up, slow poke!" It was Shelia Moore. He froze. His cock was throbbing in his hand. "Come on, Charles... Get a move on... Time's a wasting." He lost it... Arced several spurts of semen on to the floor behind the toilet,.