Did that make you cry? What a worthless little bitch you are."He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to the side so the o...tside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe."Now you have a reason to cry, slut."And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet wishing for more. I've just. . and that bitch Rachel.It's 3:57 a.m. and no is out there spying on Jena through binoculars. Not at 3:57 a.m. I need to start earlier tomorrow night. Give Doofus across the street and Jordan next door to Doofus time to notice the blinds and zero me in before bedtime. Strictly wishful thinking for anyone else though. The Compton's are too far left and the Schmidt's are too far to the right. I'd fair better in a back bedroom with the apartment complex behind us, but the front bedroom is what I. I was so happy to see them the disciplined women who never wished to show her skin anyone till now, and I was very sure I am second man to get this chance for me it is wonderful because it never displayed to any man than her husband that feeling it self is great,She was just watching me and also feeling relaxed as I was massaging her feet but I never dare to touch her legsShe kept starting at me and asked me are you bored of doing it rakuu I said no I am not, then she told thank you so much I. “Hey Brad, Abby sure has got the better of you today!” Hans teased.“Even covered by hockey pants, I can’t help looking at her cute, tiny ass!” he joked.“She isn’t too bad a player,” Randy offered.“Yes, she is quite good. I’ll have to talk to her about joining the women’s rec league.”Before returning for the third period, Brad talked to Joel and Coach Benson.The horn sounded and the players returned to the ice for the third period. “What are you doing?” Abby asked as Brad took a seat on the.