"Muckraker, oh yeah, a writer who dug up bad stuff, scandals I guess." Name one?"The boy shook his head, and one of the girls raised her hand. He nodd...d at her."Somebody said he had a gun, the boy." Yes, think so, but nobody got hurt. Just some broken glass. Know any muckrakers?"She nodded, blinking. "There was a woman, Ida something." Right, Ida Tarbell, magazine writer mainly, she said that with imagination, anything was possible, something like that. That's a neat idea. Imagination. What did. “Tell me want your son’s hard cock to fuck you” he demanded, as he twisted her left nipple hard with his free hand, while still holding her throat, to prod her to respond appropriately. His mom let out a small moan and he felt her cunt gush her pussy juices all over his cock and trickle down her inner thighs. “Yes, I want my son’s hard cock to fuck me.” She barely whispered. Jim wasn’t entirely sure she comprehended what she was saying since she was still out of it and pretty loaded, but he. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and freed his balls from his boxers. His cock was already dribbling pre-cum. I licked my lips and pulled myself close to him, so that his dick was a few inches from my face. Then I licked the underside of his cock starting from the bottom all the way to the top, making him squirm. I kept my eyes on his as I traced my tongue up the shaft. I licked slow circles around the head, my tongue running over his hole. I licked every inch of his cock ever. One was biting his fingernails - in his 40's, maybe? Most ofthem seemed to be about that age. One was wearing square spectacles, andlooked half Asian maybe. One was shaking - alcohol dependent orsomething like that, given his blotchy cheeks, and all that. The otherswere every-men kinds of losers.It wasn't the only table - there were another 3 tables full of people,also 8 players to a table. It wasn't easy to see any of the peoplesitting on those, but they generally looked to be of similar.