, sometimes late at night, in my memory, if I listen closely, I can still hear my dad's soft voice, singing sweet and low, floating languidly, out of ...hat old back bedroom.One of the songs he often used to sing to my siblings and me, which we always loved, was entitled, "Hobo Bill's Last Ride." It was a song about the tragic life of a Hobo named Bill. That song, became my inspiration for this story about another Hobo. The Hobo, the other Railroad Bums used to affectionately call ... Hobo. Matt was hard again….only about five minutes after he shot a huge load of cum down my throat! I watched in awe as his fully erect shaft stood straight out from this torso, nudging my dripping wet cunt with the tip, anxious to get inside me.He took my legs that had been draped over his shoulders, spread them wide and held them apart by hooking them over each of his elbows. Then he lined up the head of his dick with my pussy and shoved it in. I was absolutely drenched from my orgasm, so his stiff. More

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