"Four bad things. They took his sister prisoner. Help! The trouble is in back. We're okay!"One stayed with us. The other three went around back with p...stols drawn. There were shots and then screaming. One officer ran around the corner of the house holding his arm. His hand on that arm had been severed at the wrist. "Run!"The remaining officer ran to his car and grabbed a shotgun from the trunk. He shouted, "Get in something and drive away!"I mumbled, "My car. Keys in it." The girls ran me to it. Vogt’s house. The Widow Vogt had been our piano teacher when we were girls but I’m afraid we took advantage of her timidity and mousiness until with uncharacteristic charity toward the abused Mom terminated the arrangement. Anyway, It was our habit to take a short cut over her fence and through her yard instead of following the path a quarter mile to the only gate because there was a pile of pallets by the fence and it was an easy matter to scale them, hop into her yard, sneak out the front. .. Her slit looked very moist and she smiled, saying it was due to some excitement she had when we were talking about her itch…I leaned in and ran my tongue along the entire crack of her ass, from this tiny rosebud, to her glistening wet pussy lips. Sylvia moaned softly at the contact and it certainly was not sweat I was tasting. She said that she thought it was her asshole that I wanted to see…I smiled and could not resist running again my tongue along her crack, as she gave out another soft. As I got ready to take my shot a pair of hands grabbed my hips from behind, I did not think anything of it, as the guys, where touching me all night. But this time it was not the end of the cue stick rubbing my clit and ass crack through my panties. It was a very thick warm cock. I tried to pull away but I was up against the edge of the pool table readying to take my shot, I was pinned in. As the cock rubbed in and out along my lips the wetter I became. At this point I was nearly bent over at.