I had no place to go except the half-way house. I’d be stuck there until I could find me a job. I had to get a job. Well, it was better than nothing... the halfway house. I was forty-seven years old and twenty pounds lighter than when I went in. Health? So-so, it was relative, I guess.The screw waved to me. He didn’t like me. His Name was Carlos, we’d had words before, he and I. Nothing big, but we didn’t get along. I think he considered me a pansy; I wasn’t, but after the gang rape thing, that’s. ” She kissed him again.“We can’t do this.”Emily kissed him and rocked her hips. “But you know how good it feels to be inside me.” Her fingers were in his hair and she kissed him hard.His arms went around her pulled her closer and he pressed harder into. He did know how good it felt and at that moment he hated jeans.Her hand moved between them and rubbed his cock. She began whimpering and pleading with him. “Please Wolfie, I need you inside. I’ve missed your cock so much.”He had a moment where. It is usually around midday and he said he gets a few tradies who stop there during their lunch break.So, today I am up early doing some work and about 10am I’m going to head up to that beach. I’m going to take my surfboard and catch some waves and see what happens. I have checked and New Slave Boy will be there. Should be interesting.I've just gotten home from spending a few hours at the beach and I thought you guys might like a report on what. She told me to come to the back door and she would let me in .she was i her p.js we were immediately all over each other, kissing and necking,istarted fondling her firm boobs and she was rubbing my rapidly stiffening cock thought my school trousers i lifted up her t-shirt and pulled her bra up and quickly started to squeeze her tits hard and teased her nipples. she in the mean time had dropped my trousers to the floor and she had a firm grip on my hard cock. As she began to wank me, i .