“Oh… well, I have some money I can loan you, I’m sure that Mr. Neilson would want me to.” He exclaimed, happy to be of service to a beautiful ...woman in distress. “Oh, no, I couldn’t.” He handed her a fifty-dollar bill that he had pulled out of a drawer. Petty cash. She leaned into him, as if to tell him something personal. He leaned closer to hear what she had to say. As soon as he was close enough, she pulled a junkie’s syringe from the pocket of her coat… thank God her contact hadn’t failed. That was okay, though. Eve wouldn’t mind helping Riddick’s body remember the feel over a woman’s hands. Carefully she pried open the front of his pants and peeled each corner of the fastening to the sides. He was naked underneath, no boxers, no trousers. Just smooth bounty flesh. Slowly, Eve reached into the opening of his pants and pulled out Riddick’s dick. It was an amazing piece of well-muscled manhood. It was thicker than her thumb and finger, even soft. And it flopped in an almost. The family regrouped in the main room, the girls collected on the couch close to their mother and George seated in the lounger, all of varied post-coital flush and the gargantuan sex toy still lying in wait unexplained. George drank beer, his bald cock fat and exhausted in his lap, and sensed he would be audience again to something among his women; the females spoke only with their eyes and smiles and slight motions and adjustments – to George as well, but becoming increasingly involved and. ”“Well, I'm sorry they’re not here and I can't get to know them yet," she replied, her smile fading only for it to dazzle a moment later. "On the bright side, it has given me a chance to meet you.” She went on to say more, but I was distracted by how deliciously sexy she was. From my position several rungs up the ladder, I looked down on the most impressive set of jiggling boobs I'd ever seen. Round and alabaster-white, her wondrously full breasts created an alluring cleavage before.