This thing is chrome on the outside, a full RV and storage space inside. Two stories of money once it expands. Walking thru the trailer we stop at t...e VW Kharmann Ghia. "I'm glad it didnt sell. So many of these cars were collected, toiled over and reigned over. This.." she paused, touching it at the door with two fingers and started walking toward the rear running her fingers along it. "We had good times in this one. Good good times" Stressing the last good in way i was unprepared for with. Then on top, I can healothers." So you heal? Can you heal me?" Are you broken? or hurt? As I don't see that?" My head!" Ahh that's WAY different. Your freewill can not be changed by me? Theonly way for that is to 'give it all up?' AND! you don't want that!" Can you check please?" Okay? this might feel funny? But I will not change a thing I find,without telling you first?"She nods back to me her understanding. So I place my right hand on theside of her head and reach out...deeply. I look about. I had never had any man whistle at me like that. His lips were on me before I could reply. My hands slid around the back of Tom's head while I responded to his kisses with my own. Then I heard the sound of my zipper getting unzipped. My cock hardened as it came into view. "Ooohhh naughty boy isn't wearing any briefs or boxers." Tom said with a laugh. "Guess you are a man of neither." He took one step back as he showed me that he wasn't a man of boxers or briefs either. "Calling the kettle. As Farnell shoved his meat inside Claro, he remarked, “That’s right! Give stepdaddy that faggit ass! Show me how a bitch ‘posed to take dick.” Farnell pushed his cock in balls deep. “Remember how I started fuckin’ yo’ young ass?”“Yes sir, stepdaddy! I was only eleven,” Claro confessed.“Hell yeah, boi. You still my li’l eleven year old pussyboi,” Farnell howled.“Really, stepdaddy.”“Yeah, bitch! These sissy boi breast-uh-s*s done got big.”“You like ‘em, stepdaddy!”“Yeah, bitch. You better not.