These were gang members and they wanted Gavin. Somehow details of his call to the police had been passed to them. He guessed now that his call had bee...n traced - how else would they have known where to find him?His mind tried to process all of the information that was suddenly bombarding it. They hadn't tried to hide their identities so they were undoubtedly going to kill him. His son, who he had thought of as a mere boy until now, had taken men like these on and killed them. The fact that men. They are so hard,” he says…accurately. You can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Scott…” Your protests are getting weaker and your groin is getting hotter. “Brittney…” he mimics. “Hmmmm…” you moan and push your ass harder against his hardening cock. He pulls down your sweats just below your butt and starts playing with it. Then he moves his hand around and under your shirt. You feel his hand as he cups your breast and pinches your nipple lightly. You bite your lip with pleasure. “Oh,”. Whilst I had seen mature women on the beach topless I had never seen any woman in her fifties naked from the waist down. I did not have to wait long. She put her hands on either side of her pants and began to pull them down. First of all she pulled them down over her hips exposing more of her pot belly, and then rolled them down her thighs and took them off exposing her most enormous black bush; I had never seen such an expanse of pubic hair in my life!As she was standing facing me, only a. ‘Happy Birthday!’ Mum said brightly the moment the door swung open, wearing that slightly odd half-smile I’d come to dread. I could still remember how she used to smile, her whole face crumpling with pleasure. It felt like light years ago now. ‘Ah.’ The smile, such as it was, faded abruptly as she took in my appearance. ‘You look… smart.’ That too seemed to be about as much of a compliment as she could pay me these days. ‘On your way out?’ ‘Actually, yes,’ I said, feeling ridiculously guilty.