Thatlasted until I reached my car. That's when it hit me - I had nolicense, no identification, no history, no work experience, noreferences, and no r?...um?. About all I could do was go for a walk tothink this through and maybe come up with an idea of how to get a lifeagain. I wandered around the neighborhood for a couple of hours, gothonked at more than once, whistled to, and even propositioned to, butstill managed to make it back home unmolested.Creating a new identity was not all so difficult,. Cause that's just the way it is down here. And when I let out a good roar I'm bringing the cum. When I say it's hot, it's red hot. And I don't cum in those piddly little drops like people do, oh no. I pump and I pump. I wouldn't call it torture, exactly. Torture is having Beezelebub's little pecker jabbing at you for a century or two.Larry: May I say, you're rather graphic, and a bit crude.Don't say crude. That's so judgemental. It panders to, the other sort.Larry: My apolgies. Now, the. . I was a dead man for sure! But all I got was a chuckle, she turned & walked out of the room. I was stranded, I couldn't get up to explain, I called for her & she responded with did I want a glass of wine. What the fuck? She began to explain that the date she had been on was awful & that she was downing glasses to get out of there as quick as possible! I replied yes please, wouldn't mind one. She came in with 2 glasses and a rather cheeky smile on her face. I didn't know what to make of it. I. .. god, I bet she knew all along. She showed her boobs to him on purpose! I just know she did!"Megan paused as if to let her tirade sink in. A puzzled look came over her face."Why did she take him inside?" Megan wondered. Suddenly her excitement returned. "June, we have to see inside Mrs. Grogan's house... now."Megan climbed back above the roofline and focused the binoculars on the windows along the back of Helen Grogan's house. No one was in sight."I can't see anything from here, except in her.