Man, I must have been nuts. The guy on the other side could have had a carving knife and lopped my meat off right there, but he didn't. Nope, what he ...ID do was deliver me the most amazing blowjob my little teenage ass had ever had the fortune of receiving. I stood there, leaning against this graffiti-stained wall with my cock sticking through a hole, cumming my brains out in about half a minute flat. The greedy, anonymous mouth who'd just done me sucked every last drop too. I still remember. "Ah," Weasley dithered."I have Mr Jones sir and PC Micklethwaite." Weasley agreed."So call one of them," the Judge suggested in exasperation.The 'Victim fought his way through the skinheads and Mr Jones came forward."I swear by almighty god that the evidence I shall give shall be," Jones started saying and big Norman glowered."Get on with it!" Norman hissed."Mr Jones, can you tell us what happened on the night in question," Weasley asked."Well see we was having a bit of a practice see," he said. At least that's what she said. I think she killed him”. His tone changed. “Remember that van trip we took our Junior year. Remember the girl we picked up?” How could I forget? It's what started my whole obsession. Outside of Billings rest stop we picked the girl up. She was brunette, stacked and wearing ripped jeans and flip flops. At our campfire she joked about fucking us both, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. She was manipulating the both of us, and she was good. She made. I hope it wasn't anything special. And I'm sorry I yelled at you."She waved her hand dismissively. "It isn't the first time I've been yelled at, and I've had students call me -- well, never mind. Nor is that the first gavel that's been broken on that table. Maintenance probably has a carton of them."But please, the next time you have a plan of your own, tell me in advance." Would you have let me go ahead if I had?" Really, I'd had only the vaguest idea of what I hoped to accomplish, no idea of.