The last time I'd been back there was about six months earlier. I'd found a buddy of mine parked back there in the dark. He was sipping on a pint of w...iskey and shooting rats with a single shot .22 rifle. I asked him, "What in the blue hell are you doing back here, Renegade?"He held out his bottle to me and said, "I, sir, am engaging in a little bit of harmless pest eradication."I agreed he was doing the good citizens of Hotlanta a valuable service and took a pull on the pint. That was the. An enormous black cock came out, bigger than what I had anticipated from watching the video."What do you want to do with this thing?" he asked."Suck it," I said quietly."Don't be shy, say it," he demanded."I want to suck your big cock," I responded, hoping this was what he was looking for.He laughed and started to push me downwards by my shoulders, and I started kneeling so that his cock was inches from my face. I was still nervous, but felt electricity in my body like I never had before.I. The orgy had been intense indeed. He pushed the snoozing form of the corpulent middle-aged woman over to the side and paused for a moment to insert his finger into her quivering star to make certain she was still alive. Her pretty rectum pulsed with vitality even though her body was unconscious and exhausted from his love-making.The two young female choir singers they had scooped up on the tram after midnight were wrapped in each other's arms with both their backsides showing heavy use by his. Brenda’s employer-cum-lover could afford the best lawyers that his money could buy and Cameron was screwed out of everything in the divorce, including visitation rights to his then twelve-year-old daughter, Isla, and separation meant immediate exclusion by court order from the marital home and prevented from being within hailing distance of his former nearest and dearest.Mrs Brenda Cameron’s grounds to divorce him cited mental and physical cruelty and the claim came completely out of the blue.