Enemy rocket fire was no joke, even if their supplies of rockets had to be dwindling drastically by this point. It was a bluff, I was convinced of it,... but it was a rather brazen and determined bluff at that. Some six thousand or so die-hard Klansmen held this part of the greater Winston-Salem metropolitan area, and they weren’t ready to give up the fight just yet. The upside of fighting the Klan, of course, was that these guys were too fucking stupid to remove their hoods yet. We could all see. You're all tensed up."She shoved the joint toward me and I riposted, "I got something for you to smoke!" And as I said it, I grabbed my crotch, 'Madonna' style.Marsha uttered the fateful words, "You wouldn't know what to do with it!"I said, "I bet I could choke YOU if you tried it!"After another hit or two, Marsha was high as a kite, and she called my bluff by saying, "If you can show more than my eight fingers (holding them side by side), then I'll do you!"Well, I could show eight of my. Hisbreathing started to quicken as I increased the tempo. Finally with agroan he grabbed the back of my head and thrust it down my throat facefucking me frantically. He dumped quite a load down my throat and Isucked him until he shrank up. Leaning back and wiping my lips I smiledat him. He shook his head and said "My God Mike, Michelle, all theseyears I never knew. I wish I had of known you loved giving head. Youcould have sucked my dick anytime. I would have given you all you couldhandle as. But, if I ever see you again, you won't be so lucky!" Nemesis made the call and dropped business cards before they left to try to find the last team of four thugs.Nightmare led the way across the rooftops. They found no muggers at the Old Italy, so they started scanning the neighborhood for possibilities. It only took a few minutes to find four suspicious characters loitering in an alley. These four were simply standing around talking and smoking cigarettes. They were doing nothing which even.