"Do you know who took my wallet? You know, don't you! You know who took it!" Josh accused Lance mindlessly.Lance's heart suddenly went very cold. H...w could Josh possibly know about that? How could he know that I know about the thug on Jackson Street who took his wallet? "What do you mean?" Lance said, hiding his guilt poorly."You do know! Who was it? Was it you? It was you, wasn't it! You took my wallet, old man!" All right! Fine! I admit it! Take your damn wallet! I don't want it. She was nineteen years old, but could pass for sixteen. I doubted CC went to bars, but she would have trouble getting in, even with an ID. There was an innocence about her, til you looked into her eyes. There was mileage to read in CC’s eyes. I say ‘I sort of got to know’ CC, because she never, ever talked about herself. That is not strong enough. CC almost never said anything, at all. She was as quiet as my favorite comic, Silent Bob. When she went to a restaurant, she would hold up the menu. Stacey sensed it, and altered her voice to assist "Go ahead Frank. Cum for me. I want to see this big dick cum baby." she spoke seductively, I had heard that tone many times.I guess Frank was listening, because at that very moment he arched his head back and unleashed, grunting - a torrent of white seed erupted from the tip of his cock, his massive testicles pulsing as rope after rope erupted out of his engorged head. I looked on as my wife's breasts received splash after splash of another. "Look, sorry, I thought James had explained. I've got £300 for you, but obviously if you aren't interested..." he let the words trail off. Could I? For £500? Fuck, it was tempting. "What..... are you.... do you want to join us?" I quizzed him. He looked at James. "I don't mind a threesome," James said. The other guy smiled. "If you're up for it," he said to me, "then I''m ok with that." James's cock had grown hard again. I made up my mind. "Show me the cash." With the money safely away in.