I had a sim card socket which fitted a USB port on the Lap top, I cloned my own sim details, I had the data on file which made it easy, then I carefu...ly refitted the sim, tested the batteries and suggested to Sgt Andrews that I should put it back together and we should shove it back in his ass.Poor old Abdul, he was watching us from the rig, as we called it. His robe was around his shoulders and he was bent over a wooden beam supported by adjustable A frames at waist height, his hands lashed. "Dad! Do I really have to take the Brat trick or treating?" Joey whined."Yes. Now no more back talk. And don't call your sister Katy a Brat." Why not - she is? And Dad, she's too old for trick or treating."Katy pinched him and of course his father didn't see it. He never did."Listen, as my own Dad said to me - 'Son, you'll never be too old for your old Dad to take his belt off to reason with you'."Joey nodded. Reason, as usual prevailed. But Joey sulked. He would be late for the real fun. His. "Can't stay in there forever!" "I can try!" I called back."No you can't!" She laughed as she opened my side of the car and pulled on my arm. "Let's go before people start looking at us!" That became Candy's magic phrase. All she had to do to make me do whatever she wanted was to remind me that I was attracting attention! Trying to appear invisible I meekly followed Candy into the mall where she headed straight for the women's section of a department store. She browsed like a trooper through. Their swim shorts left nothing to the imagination as clear outlines were visible of some very hard large cocks. I found myself wishing I knew what was going on before I came around and interrupted them. The seat of my canoe is level with the top of the sides. They could soon see how short and tight my own shorts were. As I got near them, I noticed their eyes kept wandering down and gazing at my legs and shorts. I took a quick glance down and gulped as I saw a wet spot form on the end of the.