We had a real scream of a time at the beach.

“What a trip!” Land had said as we took our seats on the Red Line. The seats were brand spanking new with no graffiti or scratchiti on the walls or windows and no need to purchase tickets!

Solly had carried on the old business, and was making a big name for himself.

I pulled my mouth away and a long silver string of sticky juice hung between my lips and his pisshole. I smeared it around my face, wondering if this would be my last taste of Bennett Young's love juice.