Maybe I should go downtown to watch the lady office workers on their lunch break. That's always relaxing. So many short skirts and V-necked blouses. L...wyer ladies are the best. They have to look good to make the Judge decide to negotiate the sentence on the couch in his chambers, so they always work out and have great hair and make-up.No, I just can't take the time. I have to make my list and make arrangements for the pickup. When you have the kind of score that I have, you have obligations. I. The event I am about to describe, will give you a hint about what this feeling would eventually do for me.Melissa and I were sat on a bench, sipping down some milkshakes, Melissa telling me how she finally convinced her dad to allow her to change University. She had to promise to give her first child, the same name as her grandfather, sucker. In addition, we would get ourselves a house to rent for our three years at university, for just the two of us. Unexpectedly though, I suddenly stood and. Knowing full well that he would gratefully drink my offering.I moved on quite slowly kissing, licking, and caressing my friends. I came across old Billy, so-called because he was the oldest tree. He was a giant oak of great age perhaps as much as five or even six hundred years. I clambered my way up to a high vantage point. I was well hidden by his canopy. There was a full moon that night and the woods were well illuminated. Suddenly I caught sight of someone moving straight towards the old. All I could do was to open and close my fist with each stroke of his mammoth cock head. The brute reached through my legs and gripped me by the waist holding me firmly as he worked his cock back and forth. His massive shoulders pushing apart my feet, I was able to scratch his shoulders with my finger tips but not hold on to them, they were just out of reach. I could feel the bulbous huge cock head as it worked it's way back and forth in my anal canal. Just coming to my anal sphincter muscle.