The stairway was narrow and poorly lit. It seemed to go one forever. Reaching the top, I became a person of interest for the old cashier behind the c...ge. He looked me over and I him. “I’m 19,” I stuttered. “I have ID.” The chunky man adjusted his cap. “I believe you. $5.” I paid him and he directed me to a dark door down a hallway. “Once through there you’ll have a choice of straight or gay films. If the lights flicker, it means the police are on their way. Not wanting to know why the police. With that I stood by the edge of the bed and aimed my cock right to the center of her ass rubbing the head of my cock against her rosebud. I pushed and in it went right in; most women gave out a low moan or a grunt at the initial insertion. Marsha did not make a sound and her ass offered no resistance to my rock hard seven inch cock entering her. Again I plunged my seven inches of man meat deep into her elastic hole. Marsha did not react at all to my cock in her ass; apparently years of ass. It was for non-homeowners to picnic on the grass, or to just stop and enjoy the views from the bluff.Returning to the front door, he prepared to ring the doorbell. He fought to lower his heart rate as best he could, though his rage threatened to consume him regardless. He pulled the recorder from his back pocket and turned it on, putting it in the front belly pouch of his sweatshirt. He had no intention of using the gun tucked into the small of his back. The gun and Julie's suicide note were. Sounds fun hunh? Well my dear reader, just imagine having to do all ofthat without your thumbs. Yeah that's what I said, without your thumbs.Go ahead try it, hold your thumb down against your hand and try to dosomething simple, say like, hold a fork. (That's Nadine you heargiggling in the background) She has discovered that it really turns heron if I am dependent on her for the simple things that we all learn howto do for ourselves before we are even five years old(disabled personsexcluded)..