Unfortunately, his friend was still winded and shaken, so I had time to twist my whole body around, forcing the youth huge to release one hand, while my other came around into position to grab his wrist. Now facing him but outside him, I was able to use my other arm to push his elbow up and over, while twisting his wrist around. He yelled in pain as he went down on his knees with a crunch and, as I moved behind him, I pulled his arm around behind his back, his wrist still in a lock. I pushed him face down on top of his friend, who was just about get up. “I said, that’s enough!” I shouted at them both, “Why don’t you two just piss off, before one of you gets hurt!” My heart was hammering in my chest and, quite honestly, I felt a bit sick! But Deryk was standing up by this point and presenting even more of an opposition, so both youths just scrambled to their feet and made a run for it out the doorway and into the night. “That was cool,” said Deryk, letting out a sigh of relief, “Thanks for rescuing me.” He was clutching his thigh and there was blood coming from his mouth or his nose; it was difficult to tell which. His jeans were stained too and there was blood on the hand clutching his leg. “Are you OK?” I said, “Do you need a doctor?” He just shook his head but, obviously still in some pain, he stepped uncertainly towards me, his eyes filling-up with tears. He fell against me and as I put my arms around him in an embrace, he buried his face in my neck and groaned, “Just take me home.” I helped him to the car, praying that those youths wouldn’t come back for a second attack. When he was settled in the car, I asked him, “I never asian thought; but did they steal anything?” “Hmm, yeah,” he sighed, “My phone and my wallet.” As I drove him back to my place, there was a little nagging voice in the back of my head, which was saying, “Interesting; and convenient. No evidence of who this guy really is,” and I felt immediately guilty for being so suspicious. Once inside my apartment, I led him to the bedroom and sat him on the bed. He grimaced as I lifted his arms to remove his leather jacket. He had on a white “X-Men” T-shirt that literally had boot-marks on it. I undid the laces on his own black boots and pulled them off his feet. He was just sitting, slumped on the edge of the bed, still clutching his thigh. “I’m going japan to have to have those jeans off you,” I said, trying to make a joke of it, and he looked down at me and smiled a sort of pained smile of resignation; as if to say, “It figures – but you won’t get a fight from me!” I raised his legs onto the bed and he lay back with a groan. Releasing the heavy bronze buckle of his belt, I undid the top button of his jeans, as my heart raced. “Just like Deryk,” I thought, “getting into scrapes, as always!” Undoing the remaining buttons of his jeans, I carefully pulled them, a sexy bit at a time, down over his hips. He lifted himself up as I did so, moaning in pain. He was wearing plain white Cin2 briefs and his soft thighs were covered with black hairs. There was a stab-wound on the inside of his left thigh, close to the seam of his underpants and there was dried and matted blood on his hairy skin and on the white of his briefs. I pulled off his jeans and he just lay there. Fetching a bowl of warm water, clean cloths and antiseptic, I put them down beside the bed and then carefully sat him up to remove his T-shirt. Good as gold, he let me lift his arms through the sleeves and simply groaned as he slumped back on the bed. His well-developed chest and torso, like his thighs, were covered in soft black hairs but his tanned skin has blotched and bruised already, from the heavy booting he had suffered. As I examined his body for more wounds, my fingers ran softly over his skin, soothing him, healing him. He was watching me intently, his deep-set eyes now sad and tired but with a look of longing within them. “You know what you have to do,” he said softly, as my hands momentarily rested on the waist of his white but blood-stained briefs. He raised his hips from the bed, as I gently removed his underpants, to reveal a thick mat of black hair surrounding his perfectly-formed and beautiful cock and balls. As I gently bathed his wound with warm water and antiseptic, life seemed to regenerate his sleeping manhood; his balls began to churn japanese in their soft sack and his uncut tool began to swell before my eyes. As I dabbed his leg dry and applied a large plaster over his wound, I had to place my hand against his semi-tumescent organ and balls, to keep them out of the way. One day quite early on in our holiday Lucy was lying on her back japan and I was on my side looking at her front and thinking how lucky I was. He enjoyed one last look and admired his sexy little sister before deciding he had had enough. Aww! The daily fights. Sinking his tongue inside, Emily cried out. As she started down one of the guys that had been wandering slowly towards us was now very close. Soon she would be hidden by the headland out of my sight. I would cum hard in asian her. But nothing could match the excitement I was feeling after the first encounter with Bobby. When I stuck two fingers inside her, she began bucking her hips up to meet my mouth. I let her relax and recover as I prepared a gallows to hang her for another hard fucking. “Yes, yes, cum on your dad's cock!” my friend panted. I japanese downed the rest of huge my drink and walked back the way I came. “Look at me pet!” he commanded, forcing her to open sexy her eyes and stare deep into his intense eyes. She shook her head. It surprised me at first but as I looked over at her, she was smiling and as I dropped my pants on the floor, I quickly moved over and sat on the edge of her bed, right next to her, and she giggle a little. She stared into my eyes, and again, despite the pain, despite being nude on a table in front of several other men, I saw little else but confidence looking back at me. Not confidence that she could withstand the pain, but confidence that…that…what? He sucked one breast while he played with the other like a c***d does. The throbbing sensation grew stronger and stronger, and more and more rapid until it suddenly burst, and I felt stream after stream of cum pumping out of my cock. I chuckled as I just delete the messages as to say I never got them, I look at my call log and see the calls were from the same two people and one from a number I didn't know. Just then we heard another Harley motoring down the road and we went around the building to see M with her X on the back. About 40 minutes later a second car with an older man and two lads pulled up outside of the office. As we were watching the father and daughter kiss deeply, I started to realize that my little girl just tuned me into the pervert she wanted me to be.