He claimed he had been fixing his grandmother's washing machine, which was probably true enough. Unfortunately, screwdrivers were also the weapon of c...oice among the cholos. They made a functional enough stabbing weapon but, up until the court caught on, hadn't been considered as such in legal proceedings unless the tool had actually been found bloody or impaling someone.The judge in José's case was quite willing to call it a concealed weapon, however. José claimed the judge was. "JESUS!" Dan exclaimed from his position beside the bed. "You're doing okay, Angie, don't stop now!"Dan was beginning to pull at the huge shaft of his heavily throbbing cock. He had never seen anything so magnificent as the sight of the two beautiful young women together. He could tell that John was enjoying it too, as Ruth's husband looked on with an intense expression, his hand fondling down between his thighs, clutching his painfully jerking prick."Oh God!" Ruth moaned again. It was going to. .. then the underside.She continued further down. She washed the top on his thighs, the left then the right. Flakes of grey appeared and were washed away. She began at his knees then his shins. Flakes of grey would appear and she would wash them away, all the while Tyrir continued kneading her slippery breasts at hand. She felt proud that she could make a male so happy with her body in this way. Before Tyrir came to live here, their was a question on what kind of women to males like, she was. Greg made a wild and desperate guess that the funhouse was somehowcontrolling the outfit spawning on him, and if he could make it out thefront door without it on, he'd be free of it. He began swishing his waydown the hall and focused his eyes on the exit, trying to block out thebarrage of fabric and hair from his mind.Just as he was a little over halfway down the hall, a large grindingnoise echoed through the funhouse, and a huge metal gate began descendingto block the exit."No..." Greg gasped,.