“Make it sixty and your on,” I replied. The good thing about Cons shop he spends most of the time in the back when he hasn’t got any customers, ...robably wanking but he can see when some ones coming in. Con lifted the counter and lead me in to the back room. We both lit a ciggy and my hands ran down to his flies, he sat down while I got his semi hard cock out and I proceeded to run my tongue around his helmet. I must admit he did have a nice juicy cock and it wasn’t long before he had a proper. He got up off the bed, had me on my knees and stood behind me and slowly worked his cock into my ass. He stopped several times to keep from cumming, and when he said he was going to cum I asked him to put it deep in me, and he did. I took him home, and saw him again a couple weeks later again, and it was more of the same. Then I didn't contact him for about a year. I didn't think he'd see me because I just broke it off before, but he was glad to hear from me. This time I had him spend the night. She turned and faced the seemingly impossible climb and noticed that the woollen shift had now become a cotton shirt with a leather jerkin and woollen breaches. She also had a stout pair of boots on her feet. Susan had given up trying to work out the mysteries of this land some time ago.A small knife was tucked into a belt that cinched the ensemble together and a machete poked her in the small of her back where it was carried in a sheath slung from a leather thong around her shoulder. The. Even in the cold light of day I was still fairly certain it would be needless. Bolstered by Spook's assessment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to take it into court, hadn't they?Still, I was.