We arrived at a night club which had a dance floor and served light cocktails. We drank very little but danced to several love songs. Kissing at every...chance got us both in the mood to share our love. It was about nine when we left for home. Cathy opened the door and before she could enter I picked her up and carried her in. Setting her down I closed and locked the door. I took her in my arms and expressed my love for her through kisses and embraces. I took her hand and led her to what would,. All they knew was that they were proud of themselves and what they had done to that black man. They laughed and mocked the now dead man on the way to this concert. They didn’t know repercussions for what they had just done. They also didn’t expect them to see them do what they did. They didn’t see the black man follow them to their concert. They didn’t know what he had planned for them. The police didn’t care, the mayor looked the other way, and the public wouldn’t accept the simple fact that. Go on man, pump your cock with me - nobody cares.” So now I ask myself ‘How can you not get horny when the stranger that’s standing next to you at a urinal is pumping his big cock, right?’ Anyways, as I’m watching this guy beat his big piece of meat, I grabbed a hold of mine and tugged on it until it was hard. Now, as I pumped my cock I heard a guy in a stall say, “Oh fuck, suck it now, go on now suck it, suck that fucker dry.” Hearing that, the guy next to said, “Someone’s getting some serious. With quick use of mouse and keys, he was soon connected to the'net, doing his usual routine. One of which, of course, was the modern habit called 'checking his e-mail'. "Well... what's this?" Steve asked, as a familiar nick showed in the'sent by' window. A little something from Gunslinger. With a small smile, heopened the message, wondering what it contained. His eyes widened as he read, and he shook his head in disbelief -Gunslinger was pulling his leg again. The text of the message spoke.