“I will get you all the gears you need. If someone is coaching here I will pay him as well.”“Oh! Thanks,” Her eyes were sparkling with joy hea...ing my assurance. I thought it was perhaps the right time to commence my game.“But..,” I pretended as though I was about to disclose some uncomfortable news to her.“But?”“Just gears and coaching will not do,” I spoke looking straight into her eyes. “You need to be physically fit to withstand the rigors of tennis.” I could see a slight shade of. The boxers catch a bit on his stiff cock then slip free. His cock springs back up reaching his belly button. A full eight and a half inches of thick white cock. The head swollen and an angry purple color. Thick veins spider webbing down the shaft of the cock to finally meet with his ping pong ball sized nuts hanging in his shaven sack. “Oh my fucking god” Penny exclaims reaching out to grasp the base of TJ's cock. Her fingers will not close around the girth. She slowly strokes up and down. His imagined conspiracies, however, tended to create a distance between people and the only person on the base who’d ever listen to him without being enraged was ‘ol’ dead eyes’. That’s what everyone called him anyway. Because he always had dead, lifeless eyes that stared straight through you when he looked at you, as if you didn’t even exist. He was like a robot, showing little joy, anger or sadness and this was the impression Fatty had of him until they met each other departing the boat at. By daybreak there would be no trace of it, nor would it ever be seen again. Keeping to the shadows, they followed Reb, who was finding them a safe place to spend the rest of the night. In the morning, she could find them clothes, food, money, and shelter. All they had to do was ask. In the early morning, Cindy woke up first, and gently poked and prodded Reb until she opened her eyes. "Reb, please find us someone who can help us, who can protect us and keep us safe!" she asked intently.Mike woke.