Something was vibrating in her chest-her heart? ‘Yo! Yo man I don’t know what you guys are talking about but this one’s OD’ing.’ Mira heard ...his but didn’t recognize the voice, she hadn’t heard anything in a while anyway, and this voice was clearer than before. She was indoors on a couch now, face down. She smelled weed and cigarette smoke. ‘No she’s not, she’s been like this before,’ Montana said. ‘Well she was OD’ing then, too. I know it when I see it.’ Someone began to shake her, hard and. I feel the head go in, and a little bit of a sting as it pushed in, as I felt the balls on my pussy I knew that he was deep inside of me all of my organs felt pushed forward, I felt humiliated. When I thought it couldn't get any worse I hear one of them say lift your balls up so I can get it all in the shot. Whoever it is it's back there starts pushing and deeper slowly getting faster and faster as they fuck my asshole I concentrate on trying to not squeeze my ass and make it any more sore than. It was Hildy's father. He was almost certain that the old bird was lying to him, but the thought came to him that perhaps what old Herbert said was true and Hildy had gone out for the day so Jim couldn't reach her.He had to find out. He was thinking of the right words to say, or maybe he would hang up and just drive out to her parents' place and knock on the door.Hildy: "Father, don't do that! Hello, Jim. I'm here. My father was just up to his old tricks."Jim heard a click and it was clear that. “He’s so focused on the house that he doesn’t even see me,” he said softly. “I’m going to put my phone in my pocket. You should be able to hear me.”I heard the rustling of fabric before a loud rapping sound. It took me a moment to realize it was the sound of Matt pounding on the guy’s car window.“What?” a voice asked.“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Matt said in a harsh voice. “My name is Jim Clayton. I’m the head of the neighborhood watch here. What in the hell do you think you’re.