I had to admit though, if I hadn't known better, I would have been convinced it was me in the photo. Maybe it could work. Maybe I could use it to get ...way from the clutches of criminality that I seemed to be heading for. I knew damn well I couldn't leave the country legally because of my parole conditions, but just maybe..."Well... ?" I snapped out of my thoughts. Archie had returned and sat opposite me once more, then questioned me enthusiastically "What do you reckon John Riggs? Shall we. Das war für mich das klare Zeichen das ich mit dem wichsen meines Schwanzes nicht länger warten konnte. Ich zog meine Hose aus und mein Steifer stand senkrecht in der Luft. Meine Hand schloss sich um den harten Schaft und begann langsam mit dem Wichsen. Die ersten Wichsbewegungen sorgten dafür das noch ein dicker Schwall von Vorsaft aus meinem Pimmel gedrückt wurde. Der runde klare Tropfen der sich an der Spitze meiner Eichel angesammelt hatte, wurde in kreisenden Bewegungen meines Daumens auf. He'd gone on to describe her butwhen he started getting crude, Jack halted him right there, not wishingto hear anymore. That's when Bob looked him right in the eye and said ina menacing sort of way how he'd get to know her real soon. Weird. He unfolded his paper, turning to the sports section, and noticeda slip of paper fall out. It wasn't part of the regular paper, more likea note someone had slipped in. He could only smile as he began to read.Obviously, it'd been meant for another,. I was balls deep in Terry and I held it there, still for several seconds. "Fuck yes, that feels so good. Fuck me Paul." I started pumping Terry's cunt, slow at first then faster and harder. For the next fifteen minutes I slammed my meat into her. She had several orgasms, each one harder and louder than the one before it. Terry was a very vocal and loud fuck. "Oh yes, god yes, fuck me with that wonderful cock Paul. Fuck me hard. Give it to me. Yesss." When she wasn't making these.