I am assuming that Lynn is not Lynn’s name. Please email her name to me ASAP at this email address. It is a very secure system. I will get back to y...u as soon as I can.”“Thanks Bobby. Lynn is as scared of the mob as she is of the FBI. Please don’t put her in danger.”“No problem.” Bobby said as he left. I looked at Bosco and nodded my head towards my car. Once inside I let loose.“I WANT THAT MOTHERFUCKER DEAD! I want to peel the skin off his dick like I am skinning a fucking catfish.”“I. Sammy's foreskin was leaking small blobs of his pre pubic juice onto J.W's tongue as he was now ready to enter his orgasm. J.W was slapping has balls so fast that it could be heard bouncingoff Sammy's face with every thrust of J.W's cock. “I’m cummmiiinnngggSammy, suck the fuck out of me, as he put his mouth back onto Sammy's love tool, both boys at the same time rammed their cocks into each other as they cummed and jiggled cocks until no more movement could be achieved. Toby was in full swing. Till one day when Mary didn't come home, I waited allnight to give her a piece of my mind and she never showed up, thenext day I phoned her at work but her secretary said she was inmeetings all day. That night I was just steaming mad but the lackof sleep from the night before caught up to me and I drifted offto sleep on the couch.I awoke around 3 am and the TV was still on so I turned it offand crawled into bed alone not thinking to see if Mary's car wasin the garage. When I awoke again it was. Ummm… Custard Cream or Bourbon? Don’t rush it Danny. I turn round and he’s gone a bit red and there’s a definite bulge in those working trousers, with the big pockets. And that’s definitely not a Phillip’s Screwdriver! He tries to concentrate on the story he’s telling me, as I separate the two halves of the sweet biscuit and lick the side with the cream on. He pauses. He seems to have lost his train of thought. “Go on, I’m listening.” Maybe I will undo that next button. Is it me, or is he.