“Isn’t that a problem?” She looked me over like I was a stuffed toy hanging up at the County Fair rifle range. “Way I see it Michael, you...��re pushing sixteen right? (I nodded blankly) I’m not that much older really and besides – I’m feeling a bit naughty.” Her laughter totally broke the ice somehow. I’m not sure which of us was the more nervous as I allowed my right hand to gently squeeze her left breast. She gave a small sigh and moved in closer to me. I began kneading her right. Ah, I see what you're thinking. How can these men sustain a sexual assault that long? Simple. While I'm resting from my exertions in your cunt, these colleagues will take up the challenge in your creamy pussy, and when they're finished, I will be ready to do you again. And again. " He chuckled lewdly and rubbed his crotch suggestively.Louise sat and stared at the floor, her mind reeling. Then she looked up at Daley. "Who is going to see these videos?" she demanded, her voice nearing. " Thegirl (who's name was Charley) answered, "Well you seemed ok last night,friendly and I thought.............." Her voice trailed off here.June who had been listening to the conversation asked, "orange juice?"and disappeared into the kitchen, "I'll help" I offered and followedher. June asked me, "What are you going to do?" I simply shrugged andhonestly replied, "I haven't a clue June, and we'll have to find outabout her, see if anyone knows her." June nodded then after a moment'sthought said,. Evie kept a smile plastered on her face, hoping it would mask the worry she felt when she saw how truly feeble Arthur Jackson was today. His face was far grayer than it had been at his home yesterday, and this little bit of exertion moving from one vehicle to the other had made his breathing very noticeable. I screwed up. We should have had the meeting at their home. I didn't realize he was this bad. He seems to have gotten a lot worse since yesterday.Wilma Jackson patted her husband on the.