My friend sent me to find you in hope that you knew something about the book I need.”“A book you say?” the old goat ponders.“Yes, the second v...lume to this one,” the girl answers, producing her book from her bag.“Oh, well I don’t tend to carry around books, especially magical ones,” the goat admits. “Being the unmagical type, I don’t see a need for them. I can’t even read, you see?”“No, no, no,” the girl says, stamping her foot. “I hoped you would know where the second book was.”“Oh. Why didn’t. How did he get you in his bed?"Sheila shivered as she recounted that evening. I guess I have to tell her. There's so much. Where do I stop? "There was a violent thunderstorm and I was scared to death. When the lights went out, he found me at the bottom of the stairs in the corner shivering and sobbing. So, he took me to his room and got me earplugs and a mask. Then he held me and stroked me until I settled down. I knew he couldn't protect me from lightning, but it felt so good to be held. I was. I could feel the heat building even more. I went harder, faster, slamming my pussy with everything in me. I could feel the edge coming nearer. Finally, with one final slam of my pussy and tweak of my clit, I was flying high as a kite. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy juice poured out of me and all over my hand and dripped down my legs, pooling on the floor around my feet. I collapsed to the floor, spent. But, still, I was not satisfied. I needed more. I. I’ll say that makes the approval of this adoption even stranger since family services usually aren’t that big of a fan of girls being adopted by single men. The caseworker I first talked to sounded like she was willing to reject it out of hand, in fact, until she suddenly changed her mind the next day and gave us the sign-off.”Whitaker and Taylor both knew that Suzette had been behind that, with support from the State Department, who’d been provided by several Russian officials that they’d.