‘I once made the mistake a few years back when I lived in Atlanta of sticking my nose in where it didn’t belong—damned near got plugged by some ...diot fat-assed local cop. Did in fact end up spending some time in handcuffs in the back of a cruiser and had a couple of baton bruises to show for it. Of course I sued those bastards, got a nice settlement. Paid for this house or most of it. My wife—God rest her soul—caught most of it from the side yard with the video camera. After that, I moved to a. My body was feeling terribly unconfortable my the position it was in. I was determined to bring him off as soon as possible, but he seemed in no hurry at all. I raised my head as much as possible and sucked hard as my mouth bobbed up and down over his ever enlarging cock. It seemed to go on forever, with my body aching and his penis refusing to give up its prize. Finally, he pulled the car over rolled down his window and killed the motor. He raised the wheel where I could move my mouth up. We reached the taxi office all too quickly and took our place in thequeue; we swapped mobile numbers and promised to call them tomorrow tolet them know if we needed any help.Bless them; they made it easy for us by saying that they could book roomsat the Victory Services Club near Marble Arch and travel back on Tuesday,I for one was both excited at the chance of seeing them again, but scaredthat things were moving too fast.Finally it was our turn for the taxi and regretfully we said goodnight. "With the dishes washed and put away we sat back in the lounge room, Alan had set the fire and as it was starting to cool off Trish lit it. She then went behind the bar and came back with a bottle of wine."Just a little celebration Tony, this last week has been one of the most enjoyable that I can remember and you are the one that made it happen so let's drink up and relax."Trish opened the bottle and poured us each a glass, the only wine I had drank was the communion wine we had snaffled from.