I then quickly walked over to them. I asked Sarita are you ok. The guy says to me , “hey buddy mind your business“. The guy reaches for Sarita’...s arm again. I grab his arm and wrist I then bend his wrist into a submission hold and push him to the ground. I then tell the guy, it’s OK to talk to woman, but don’t put your hands on them in any forceful way, “and I AINT your buddy”. The guy says ok let me go your breaking my wrist. The guy gets back into his car and drives away. I now turn back to. Do you have any of them with you?’ ‘No, but on this road we will pass the farm where I am staying and I can get some for you very quickly. You can read them tonight while we’re in Hartford and let me know what you think.’ ‘That sounds great. The train’s gone, so where do we go to get to the farm?’ ‘Just stay on 44 and follow it out of town. I’ll tell you where to turn.’ They traveled about 2 miles and he indicated a side road that branched off to the right. They followed the road another mile. It seemed that all those men had bigger cocks than young Roger.Roger laid back on his bed with one hand gently rubbing his hard cock while he watched the photos glide by at exacting fifteen second intervals. Every now and then Roger would glance at his bed side clock wanting to make his daily masturbation routine last as long as possible before his younger sister came home. Roger's sister Mary was just a year younger than himself. He had to admit that she was cute as a button. Her bottom was. “Yes here in the park, in the shop, and here and there around town,” the woman raised her brows.“But why?” Mary looked down at the scuffed toes of her shoes.The woman extended her hand and lifted Mary’s chin.“Because I know a smart, independent, hard working young woman when I see her,” the woman smiled, her bright red lips framing brilliant white teeth.“I have to ask again; why?” Mary searched the woman’s eyes.“Because I want to offer you a job,” the woman smiled.“I have a job,” Mary replied.