I was sure he was athletic. He probably played soccer at the park with his buddies. I rubbed his crotch and noticed he was very excited. “It’s ok...�� I assured him.“Come on I want to see what tool the Handyman is packing” Amon stated as he jerked his dick.The Handyman smiled and unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled out surprising dark piece of meat. He unbuckled his pants and they felled from his waist. I was surprise that he didn’t have on underwear. His tool was same length as Amon but. Like I said earlier, he was a solid husky man and he had a little bit of a spare tire around his midsection. It wasn't gross; he was just big and solid."Now take my pants and underwear off, Joey. I want you to get used to doing that," he said as he stepped right in front of my kneeling position. With his belt already open, I reached beneath it and opened the button at the waistband of his pants. I then slid the little metal hook out of the clasp that held it and then reached for his. It wasn’t fair to Fern not to tell her, he cursed himself when he heard sobbing coming from behind the closed bedroom door, heart wrenching sobs that spoke of Fern’s pain. * * * * * * * * Take back that sad word good-bye Bring back the joy to my life Don’t leave me here with these tears Come and kiss that pain away * * * * * * * * Fern had moved out a week later, not able to bear the thought of living with Ron anymore. Divorce papers had arrived a while later, and she signed them without even. I was the living emissary of the State and of the Law, the man endowed with absolute power in this particular sector. Getting fucked by me, Hump Day or not, was heady wine indeed for a divorcee who lived in a small house in a small town with her niece.“You’re not going to tell anyone that I’m a Magistrate, okay? I like pretending to be a private citizen, at least some of the time. I tell people when I’m good and ready, not before. Are we clear? Now, if you wish, the three of us can make a.