.Oakland California- 1999It was a stupid decision but Chris had run away from foster care.Grabbing all the money he could, he packed a bag and headed ...south.Surviving on the streets was harder than he thought and it wasn't longbefore he ran out of money and was in trouble. He was lost, cold, wet,scared and hungry. He sadly trudged though the dark streets as a hardwinter storm had hit the city, El Nino they called it.In an act of pure desperation, hesitantly he broke into a house. It wasa nicely. Xander enjoyed the look on Buffy’s face as he began to ruthlessly withdraw the long hose from her tightly clenched asshole. The pressure forced the last foot of hose from her bottom. With a cry of anguish and shame, Buffy emptied her bowels on the piece of clear plastic that Xander had laid out on the bedspread. The brownish water splashed and sputtered clear to the foot of the bed, as the dirty brown water farts lumps of shit were propelled from her spasming pink pucker hole.The. Fortunately, the Dracula had no choice but to remain in the air and swing around for another pass at me. This short time was enough for me to order new ammunition from the replicator.This time, I switched to hog-load shells. I ordered 20 of them, enough to fill my magazine. This time, I was going to take that damned beast seriously and go all out to cause it some pain, even if I could not bring it down. I worked as fast as I could and exchanged all of my shells in the drum magazine for. Gary helped Bryan set up his photographic equipment as I continued to work on my friend's nine-inch cock.With the camera and lights mounted on tripods, it only took Lloyd a minute or two to get in on the action. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand between my legs and took hold of my erection. His vice-like grip was the first indication that he was clearly out to dominate me. He forced my hard-standing cock back, between my thighs, and held it there while he covered my arse-cheeks with.