Even thought aboutdriving one of those over my Aunt Betsy's Buick. I wish.Chapter 2So much for the good news. My freshman year was coming to a close...whenmy dad passed from a massive heart attack. The school advanced me to bea Sophomore though I hadn't completed all my finals. We weren't thatclose as he traveled a lot but I dearly missed him. With his passing momkinda went into a funk. She began having wild mood swings. One momentshe was raging the next crying. Weird stuff like that, go. A man was not a drunkard just because he was found in a saloon. There was no other place for an unemployed man to relax with men in similar circumstances, so a saloon was the place to go to hire even skilled men like teamsters. Anyway, the three she found were sent to the camp to be tested on their driving skills before the hiring was done.Dammit, where could we find the eight more drivers that we needed? It looked like a trip to St. Louis or to Independence/Kansas City would be necessary.. “Hey, Sheriff!” called Brad, walking up from the coffee shop with two steaming cups of java.“Mmmmm, thanks,” she said tasting the aromatic brew.“At least something good is happening this morning.”“Not much from the kids, huh?”“Nothing useful. Did that additional info get here from Tohoula County?”“Yeah. Sheila said Doc would examine the fingerprints, but she could tell with nothing but a magnifying glass that they were a match. They also sent dental records which Doc will take a look at, but,. . I stop sucking long enough to smile at him, then back down on that tasty treat. I stop again and tell him I want him to grab my head with both hands and force me down to the balls and throatfuck me even if i'm choking..cause it turns me on to be manhandled. He says o.k. and I open my mouth and throat as much as I can so he can piston his cock into my throat.. he's moaning so loud and i'm vigorously jerking my dripping cock while he's throatfucking me..he yells that if he don't stop he'sgoing.