As we walk up he pats me on my ass. i smirk and say hey if you need my attention you do not have to pat my ass. then he grabs my shoulder and pulls me... around and says well then how about taking care of this wet thing? out pulls his cock. i pull close and grab it and say well it is not wet but let me work on that for you. as i squat down in front of him i see a couple of guys moving into the bunker. i wrap my lips around him and make him moan. i look to the side of my face and both sides are. On every street corner you could find either an underage dealer, or an overage addict waiting for one. There where petty gang fights every few weeks with at least one person and there bereaved parents ending up in hospital.As Jack wearily climbed out of bed to get dressed for school, he reflected on the Summer holiday that had seemed to fly past and realised, that once again he had done nothing worth mentioning. Because Jack lived where he did, most parents where unwilling to let there sons and. He'd already saved several times their motley crew from calamity on the long trail from Hampstead through the ruins of Chigwell and the ganglands of Wanstead. As Eugenie was the only person in the company who'd ever lived in a country village outside of London, everyone looked towards her for guidance. The general view was that a childhood spent in the East Midlands country was essential preparation for the wilds of London's outermost parks."We'll head for those trees over there," Eugenie. Looking up from my laptop, I had to smile. Even at seven months pregnant, the woman was beautiful; her long red hair framing her small face, her pale skin glowing with the radiance that only pregnant women seem to possess, and her blue eyes always twinkling with some sort of mischief."What is that?" I ask. I can tell from her look that she isn't angry with me, something I try to avoid at all costs, since our one and only fight. I have heard that redheads are feisty, and I can attest to the.