He was a man that lived a long life and had a million stories that no one will ever hear again. Tossing his shirt to the side, I started undoing his b...elt, realizing just how tight his pants were around his waist. For easier leverage I got on my knees, feeling the cold tile rush through my body. I unbuttoned his pants and tugged as hard as I could forgetting that his crotch was only an inch from my face. It was then I realized why the pants were so tight, grandpa had a massive cock.The smell hit. ’ She was dozing but was instantly awake when she read the writing. She looked terrified. Even Steve, Mr. Balls-of-steel, was unnerved. There were only four of us left. ‘Jesus, he found us again,’ I said with a grimace. ‘And what’s with the writing? Is that like his calling card or signature or some shit?’ Steve said with a sneer as if it were obvious, ‘He’s not fucking Zorro, is he?’ I ignored him. ‘We need to move. Now,’ Cody said, looking around. ‘But where?’ He looked around and stopped. Tiny called me back into the patio, and as Chuck walked in, he waved us over. Tiny said, "Come and let me give you two a toast." He poured from one of our special bottles, said 'good luck' to us and we chugged our toast. I was happy to go, but always felt bad leaving such a good friend behind.Soon there was only Chuck, me, and the bus driver outside the bus, with Tiny and Ruth standing there to wish us goodbye. I climbed up on the bus and said, "Everyone look around to make sure everyone who is. She then walked back out to the room and stood in front of the mirror. Very nice, she thought. But the pose was wrong. She wrinkled her nose. After trying a few variations, Tina thought she had identified a good, feminine pose. Then she practiced walking. After a few minutes, Tina decided that, though it wasn't as good as a runway model, she was walking a damn sight more ladylike than her first attempt. Besides, she smiled to herself, if things went the way she thought, she wouldn't be.