A shifty, balding man in a suit shoved people out of the way as he pulled out a revolver. He either was another assassin, or perhaps even a member of ...the bookie mafia- another group, which hated true fighters who won on their own merits and never laid down.However, the fighter was quicker, and by tossing an empty can at the next attacker, he managed to disorient him, causing him to stumble and fall down steps.Ken does not waste time, and he runs to the fallen man. Intending to grab him by his. They walked back to the shop entrance noticing the white van driving away. They both smiled asking mentally ‘Happy Harry?’Harry replied with a smile in his thoughts ‘Yes very much so, those men liked to steal purses and spend the money boozing and raping tourists. I’m taking them back to their abode. I’ll get them to leave their door open for the police to find the evidence they have on drugs and other matters. They are going to park in a way someone will have to call the police. Good bye. He had a tiny thin patch of pubic hair but the length of his cock went over the top of it. “Can you shoot” I asked as he began slowly rubbing his cock and he said “Oh Yes”. I couldn’t resist and asked him if I could feel it and he nodded. I reached across and took hold of his amazing hard young cock and slid his foreskin all the way back before wanking him a little. I saw the sign for a Layby ahead and said to him “I’ll make it even better then wanking it off”, and drove along before pulling. We crested a small hill and for a split second, it was as if we had gone weightless. Kim glanced over at me.“Does my driving bother you?” she asked.“Not in the least,” I replied. She slowed down and we eventually stopped on the black top.“Do you think you can scare me?” she asked.“Oh yeah,” I replied. “but I am not sure you want me too.”Kim opened her driver’s side door and got out. She peered back into her car at me.“You drive.”After exchanging seat, and re-fastening out seat belts, I asked.