Logan heard ... something, and went very still. The click of claws on stone? Maybe. It was too faint to identify, but it sounded close... A shadow fel... over him. Something leaped down from the top of the boulder. He moved but too little, too late. Strong arms wrapped around his chest. Pain bloomed in his shoulder as sharp teeth bit deep.Logan responded instinctively. Hands spread out to break the body hold followed immediately by a hard elbow strike to the midsection. His attacker fell back. I apologized to Scott and closed the door slowly and smiled at the other woman as I closed the door before, I started to wash his flaccid oversized uncut cock which flopped over his right thigh like some giant pink snake languishing in the midday sun, his large cojones sitting heavily in his pendulous tanned scrotal sac.I proceeded to wash his muscular body and left his groin to last. He started getting aroused again as I pulled back his foreskin to wash his bulbous crimson mushroom-shaped. No problem why don't you come in while I look for it, he replied. Once inside he says sorry I just got out of the shower but have a seat I think I put the card here in one of these drawers. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, he was lean with gray hair probably in his late fifties but at this point I hadn't even thought of anything other than him getting me Steves address, he looked through a few drawers and telling me Steve moved to a two bedroom and that Steve had helped him get into this. After a long walk, Mary reached Joseph’s house. He lived alone in a small home. Mary nervously knocked on the door and her troubles seemed miles away when she saw his handsome face. ‘Mary? What brings you here?’ Mary didn’t reply. She felt ashamed having to tell Joseph why she was there. ‘Mary? My love? Are you troubled? Come inside, please.’ He led her in his house. A candle lit the entire room. Mary began to cry. ‘Mary, please tell me. Talk to me.’ Joseph urged putting his arms around her..