Thus it was 4 am before I finally left. Horny, I decided to pick up a flick on the way home and was amazed to find the store totally empty, except for...the clerk. Since then, when I needed some flicks I tried my best to go around 4:30 in the morning, after the creeps were asleep but before everyone else was awake.This particular weekend was a three day holiday weekend. I decided it would be ripe for some hot fuck flicks. I went to bed a little early, to give myself a "nap". When my alarm went. The corridors weren't bad at this early hour, and the stairs leading upwards were almost clear. Ducking into a bodega, Benni grabbed a flavored protein stick and a news sheet for later reading. Off again, he strode down the center of the corridor. He made good time until he approached a temporary check point where a platoon of Upstairs Enforcers constricted the entrance, forcing the corridor traffic to veer around their un-muzzled energy weapons. The entrance to the commerce district was. She has long brown hair and got plenty of stares not only from the other dads in the crowd, but quite a few younger guys too because her nipples really were poking. She knew, oh yeah, she knew. So back to the car ride home. Out of nowhere she says “my pussy hole is wet”. I about swerved as my head jerked looking over at her. “Oh yes, you like when I used dirty words, I know” she said to which I agreed with a smile and a “yes”. Then she goes on to say “How would you like a handjob as you. Imagine for a moment, being in Junior High School, in gym class, with a name like "Jock".Of course, he got so much shit in school that he went by "Bug" a nickname no one understood. But it was better than "Jock".He wouldn't let his mother call him "Jock" either, and she refused to call him "Bug". So he got called "Baby Behr" when he was at home.Baby Behr was a strapping young lad, broad of shoulder and muscled from all the woodcutting he had to do as part of his chores.Theirs was a happy, but.