“You need to stop smoking, Mom.” He waved my lazy fumes from his nose. I rarely smoked in the home. I preferred to walk and smoke, or set on the s...eps in front of the apartments. That day, I was celebrating. I’d been promoted to Youth Director at our church. After two and a half years of being a white volunteer, I finally gained discretion over a small percentage of the church’s budget. We ate at Denny’s the night I was told. The next day I was still celebrating. I even let Ron fuck me that. This was making me mad. I started removing my pants when she stopped me. She pushed me off and kept looking into my eyes. Slowly she un-buckled me and took off my pants and started squeezing my cock in my boxers.I just saw a hungry sex starved look in her eyes as she removed my boxers and my cock sprang back hit her below the chin. My cock is around 7 inches and reasonably thick and precum was flowing from the tip. She grabbed my cock and slowly rubbed it along her face leaving a trail of. ”“Jar, do we need to make any contingency plans?”“Jam, I think we do. If there is another attack, it will be more likely today or tonight rather than last night.”“I agree. It takes time to organize an attack. We need to carry the pistols the rest of today and all of tomorrow.” I nodded. He continued, “We also need to think about possible points of weakness here as they relate to the location of King Marcus, Anna, and Roger.” I nodded again. “Jar, we make good partners. We proved that last time. Get inside before you freeze to death.Don’t need no dead people on my porch!”Entering, Bob and Marsha saw one large room, with ahot, pot bellied stove almost in the middle. Getting asclose as possible, one side got warm, while the otherfroze.“That’s the bad thing about a stove, you can’t get warmall over at the same time.” The old man grinned, “Don’tyou have one of them cell phones?”“There’s no signal,” Marsha.