." said Steve in a bright cheery voice, "I have something totell you."I looked at him, he always seemed so confident, never fazed even by ablubbering ...ool like me. I realized in that moment that in a way Iloved Steve, he was everything I wasn't and in some ways I wished Icould be like him. Now I was wondering what he was going to say."I think I'm gay!" Steve said in a matter of fact way.I looked at him but I could not take in what he'd said, I thought I'dbetter think very carefully what I was. Grateful that his cock was at least clean, Emma soon lost herself in the act of pleasuring her patient as she again reminisced at the last time she had had sex and, spurred on by the constant attention her breasts were receiving, she was soon lost in lustful reverie. George was also lost in the moment, enjoying the miracle of having a hot young blonde willingly suck his cock and feeling his hips rise as he slowly fucked her mouth. It was during his many appreciative glances at Emma’s body that. The path ended in a parking area for the docks. As I emerged from the path I could see a car in the parking lot. Sitting on the hood of the car was a figure dressed in black and appeared to be looking at a phone. This must be the dumbest crook around. He had to text someone before doing his get-away? I looked around and found a pretty good sized stick. Slowly I snuck up to the figure who was obviously more interested in his texting than getting away. I slowly raised the club I had found. The limo slipped onto I-80 and continued towards the Bay Bridge. Ted turned off on 4th, just a little south of downtown and headed north across Market. Vanetta was surprised to see streetcar rails on the road and commented on it."Yes," said Ted, "part of our history we're trying to preserve. We still run some vintage streetcars on special weekends; even have one that was imported from England. People often confuse the streetcars with the cable cars, which you'll see shortly."Ted turned left on.