Let's just say I like to keep my hand in," he laughed, "Have you noticed the name?"I examined more closely the official looking document. "Oh very fun...y." I chuckled at my grinning friend."Well I thought so." he chortled in reply, rising and announcing he needed to go for a slash.I stared at the passport. I knew it couldn't possibly be genuine. I hadn't had a passport since I was sent down and no-way would Archie have been allowed to obtain one for me legally. I had to admit though, if I hadn't. ”My hand was moving faster now, gripping tighter as it slid along my full length, from balls to ridge.“You could kneel between us, separating the cheeks of my ass with your left hand as you grip his slippery cock with your right. And when I beg him to slide his prick into my tight ass, you can guide him into me, putting the tip of his cock at my asshole as he pushes forwards.”We were both jerking our hands now, Julie across her clit and lips and me backwards and forwards on my prick, faster,. ’ ‘Did you strike your brother?’ ‘No, I did not.’ ‘What would you say if I told you someone said they heard you yell at him and saw you slap him?’ ‘That person would be wrong.’ ‘What did you do when you arrived at the saloon?’ ‘I asked the bartender for a drink.’ ‘And then what happened?’ ‘I heard yelling in the street and went to see what was happening.’ ‘You walked out of the saloon?’ ‘Yes. Me and several other men were standing on the boardwalk.’ ‘And what did you see?’ ‘I saw Ronnie walk. It was good seeing folks again. After shaking hands and getting hugs I settled into the meal.I had a few folks that were close to me at my table and we talked about the accident and came to the conclusion that my number just wasn't up yet. We talked about the maneuvering I did and what the cops had told me from witness accounts and I don't think I did anything wrong except maybe getting back on the right swerve a little early but you don't count the distance or time when that happens. You just.