The weather was in the mid-70s, the sky was clear, and the day was beautiful. In front of us, a bunch of filthy and muddy guys in colorful racing leat...ers went round and round, half the time on the ground and half the time flying through the air. Marilyn and I cringed more than once, but by now we were used to that. I can’t even ride a bicycle without both hands on the handlebars. Charlie had all the luck in the family on that score.And then he ran out of luck.He was leading on the third lap,. “Wait, wait, wait!” My hands pressed his thighs, my eyes closed tight. The head of his cock positioned right there. I was tense and couldn’t seem to let go.“It’s ok, baby.” He just rubbed me there, a familiar feeling. I let myself relax a little, enjoying the feel of his KY-slick fingers stroking my tender flesh.“Ok, ok.” I arched my back, taking a deep breath. I felt him press the head of his cock there again. The tip of him was easy at first as it met my soft, puckered opening, but then his. He had quite a reputation too; almost as famous as you." Not a word of truth to that story boy," Elwood replied. "Allison came into the saloon and thought I was one of the Kennedy clan; they were a mite upset at Allison for killing Charley Kennedy. I told him I wasn't a Kennedy but if he wanted trouble that I'd oblige him. I cleared my slicker away from my gun to free it and stood waiting. The bartender vouched for me and Allison pulled in his horns. He apologized and bought me a drink. And. These were gang members and they wanted Gavin. Somehow details of his call to the police had been passed to them. He guessed now that his call had been traced - how else would they have known where to find him?His mind tried to process all of the information that was suddenly bombarding it. They hadn't tried to hide their identities so they were undoubtedly going to kill him. His son, who he had thought of as a mere boy until now, had taken men like these on and killed them. The fact that men.