A few minutes later, Dad called back with an address of 134 Pickney Ave. A quick memory search told me that it was an address in an industrial area of...the city. Aha! I thought that I was getting somewhere at last.I picked up Juanita and we jumped to 134 Pickney Ave. This was an old building that had seen much better days. It had once been some sort of manufacturing plant, but none of that was currently visible. The ground floor was boarded up, but the second story might have been occupied. It. They had all tried to persuade me to go, but I steadfastly refused. Disney world held no appeal for me. They had finally given up and they just told me to be good and not to burn the house down.It was about 6:00 in the evening and I was floating around our pool in the back yard, with my friend josh. smoking a cigarette. Josh was a 18 year old boy that I had met at camp the year before. He was about 5 feet 4 inchs of really fuckable teenage ass. We’d been dating for about 3 months, but this was. You called it madness, I believe."Lord Ardon thumped his goblet down upon the table, splashing drops of wine over the polished wood. "Then call me addled with my new wealth of slaves! Already I have made more platinum from selling them than I can count. The Oceanus slaves only increase in value. But I did not come here to debate the slave trade. I came here to pass some information to you to do with as you will. It is more than you deserve, as insistent as you are in ignoring tradition and. Then I understood why my wife was resisting his attack…He moved his long finger in and out, stretching Ana’s dark rosebud.Her eyes were shut as Frank was pulling at her curly blond hair. From my vantage position I could see his hard dick lined up with Ana’s rear door. He was ready to assault her. Without warning, he suddenly mounted again on her back and his dick disappeared inside her tight asshole. He pinned down her shoulders on the bed and Ana’s pain cries were muffled against a.