We went up to Pete's bedroom, locked the door and sat down on his bed and started flipping through the pages, looking at all of the sexy ladies. As yo... can imagine it didnt take long before our cocks were rock hard. My dick was literally aching. The more pages we turned, the more the throbbing in my pants intensified. I glanced over at Pete and saw that he was slowly squeezing the bulge in his jeans. I started doing the same, rubbing up and down the length of my hardness.Now let's take a break. A few Japanese tourists giggled and understood--we were playing "kancho assassin!" They laughed delightedly. The cops caught on and gave us a pass. (look up kancho assassin--a school girl would act as innocent as hell, then wrap two thumbs around her index fingers and goose the hell out of some unsuspecting homey. Good fun!") The Japanese clued in the Koreans and the Chinese. Soon nobody was safe and everybody was playing surprise stink-finger! Gawd, I love a meme explosion! It's like. ” On the way to Fort Smallwood – which is really no more than a crossroads, not a town – Bob told Terry about his conversation with George and Isolde. “What did they think?” asked Terry. “Well, neither of them exactly said so in words, but he had a gleam in his eye like he was interested. And she sure seemed interested, especially after I told them you were part of the deal.” Bob glanced sideways at Terry and grinned. “Whoa,” Terry said. “I’m not about to go breaking up a marriage. And if. Josh sighed again, but didn't move.Able was up on his knees, down near Josh's knees. Pretty much out of the young Reb's line of sight even if he lifted his head, which he didn't.Slowly, softly, Able was up on the pads of his feet.Josh felt the hard toeing of the calf of one of his legs, and, still groggy from the fucking, he rolled over on his back and looked up . . . into the barrel of his own rifle."What?" was all he could manage."Shut the fuck up," Able growled. He reached over and took up.