As I go out of the car she grabbed my hand and started leading me back to the road. Yelling back towards the house she told her aunt we were going for...a walk, we headed out. I ask her where we were going and she said it was a surprise. We walked down the road a bit and then around a corner, after a few blocks a old two story school came into view. It had been closed for awhile from the looks of it. Some of the windows (but not all) and all of the doors were boarded up. The lawn of the school. She saw the entire process as a sort of apprenticeship in love-making that insured her proper feminine response to moments of opportunity in the game of carnal courtship.Her rambunctious cousins, Rudolph and Hans were strictly Aryan in their attitude to social interaction, but they were more than happy to allow Sylvia access to their treehouse providing she pay the proper “toll” each time she climbed the ladder. They were more than happy with her oral and anal submissive cooperation in such. A saint I ain't due to dirty desires being deemed devious. Leaning previous to massage her clit in a circular motion which matched my stroke. It seems that before I could even spell my name she began moaning my name in that moment & my dick was being pushed out of her snatch while being clamped as her coochie contracted on contact. More tamed,a whores shamed as a wars waged on her womanhood. On her back in missionary missing much of my manhood,her mouths muted by a pillow to drown the naughty. Amy was able to see quite well in the dark and when she judged she was about a half mile from the road she tossed the rug to the ground. Taking up the shovel she began to dig. When the hole was deep enough she rolled the body and rug into it.She removed the driver's license with Charlie's made up name but a picture of him on it and tossed it into the hole with his body.I guess I won't be needing this anymore, Amy thought with a smile.Her friend Jerry, a cop, had been in the process of checking.