In the first year that Phil and Jenny served as the responsible adults of Troop 677, I saw enough shit to make most adult females run from Boy Scouts ...n groups of two or more, but this is the story of year two and what can go wrong when responsible adults aren't.I can't say I didn't see the shit coming, but I can say that all I wanted to do was watch, bear witness, keep a diary, maybe write a book - a how-not-to book. The first chapter would be on choosing good boys to serve in your troop -. I came again, hard, crying, my tears flooding, squirming, trying to get more contact between my pussy and his hand. I tried to separate my thighs in the hope he'd get his hand in between them and do some real damage, but no. I couldn't move far enough. My orgasm was a rolling one, this time, and I knew there was another one right behind it. Harry's cock was just as hard as ever, but the more I wriggled and struggled to get free, the harder he held me.And he pulled the same shit again.Sorry, I. Now aged 94, only her immediate family and numerous servants were allowed inside, but her influence was still powerful. Jim Melville, her husband, had 'gone west' only four years after their marriage, but this had never bothered her. She was supposed to have agents all over the region whose responsibility, rumor has it, was to gather information on everyone and everything.She herself had been the state's Governor twice (filling in the shoes of a dead incumbent the second time), Lieutenant. This part of the store had a counter, the typical racks of DVD's and toys, and a few unimpressive viewing booths. These booths were had maybe 4' high walls and no privacy. I asked the counter guy which if there was more to the store and he told me to exit and reenter at one of the two other doors outside. I decided on a door, put my card in the slot, and got buzzed in. The room had a center aisle and and 6-8 booths on either side. The booth walls looked like office cubicles and stood.