“Come on big man -- now you gotta shoot.”I nodded toward the girl and she took to her heels. The three punks advanced on me.“Come on, shoot...�...I backed from them until stopped by a wall. The leader was within spitting distance when red and blue flashing lights illuminated the alley.The three skinheads scattered. “Hey watch it! He has a gun!” one of them hollered toward the policeman stepping from his squad. His partner approached me with his gun drawn.“Drop it and keeps your hands up.”I dropped. I lifted my upper body to look down at her, tears leaking from beneath her eyelids, mouth in a twisted grimace. I pulled myself out slowly, one, two, three inches, feeling the cooler air of the room on my shaft, four, five inches, leaving the head inside and than rolling my body back down to cover her and impaling her narrow, pale skinned hips with my strident cock. She cried out again, in words I could understand. "Marteen.. please…" I lifted, looked down as my cock emerged from her impossibly. FUCK ME HARDER!)I was turned on as fuck and went even harder. I kept fucking the sexy maid, putting my full length into her, letting our pelvic bones hit. I spanked her ass till it had gone red and she was just shouting incoherently.Finally, I felt my climax build after fucking for so long and I shot my warm cum right into her wet pussy. Ropes and ropes of my seed got deposited into her inviting cunt.I don’t even know how many times my cock jerked as it released its contents. This triggered. She was an old lady, retired from the Salvation Army. She had a modest house on the East Side, not far from the river. There, she lived an austere life, seldom straying from her living room. But it was known among a select few of the transients that she had half a dozen cots in her basement and no one in need of shelter for the night was turned away. G2 stood quietly at her door, waiting and dripping water on the steps. The door opened a crack and the General looked out. Then it was flung open.