"Do I...?" I wondered where this was going."Ms. Gauge," she didn't skip a beat, thrusting her finger into me harder."Coach Gauge??" I couldn't believe...my ears."Yeah, don't worry about it." She was smiling as she continued to lick me. "It was consensual." I tried to be aghast, but her mouth closed over my clit as she rolled her finger up and began to pull it across my g-spot. I felt my body begin to drift up towards a climax. I fell back into the pillow. Her skill at pleasuring me was. My goodness, it was huge! I guess the difference in size and girth made a difference between a 13 and 18 year old. He was steadily stroking it and the strokes were new to me. His fingers and palm totally ran up and down his shaft - something that was unique to me. In my limited years of playing, I simply rubbed my two fingers on the frenulum just below the head in front. My method always worked and produced the few short squirts of semen. I tried not to look as I was shy but he asked me to. He promised them a few cold ones while they got caught up with each other. There was never any mention George was planning on providing Misty to his friends that night. He only mentioned the bar was always full of young, willing pussy and he thought they should make a try for some of it that evening.George and his friends all settled into their seats and began trolling for pussy as soon as they arrived at the bar. This was what they normally did when they went out. They were almost always. “Or are you asking me to turn myself in?” Jane shook her head. “Christ, no.” she replied. “After all the times you’ve saved people. I know you’re not involved.” The woman turned back to the city again. “How?” “I trust my instincts.” Jane told her. “That’s not why I called you anyway. There is a lead on who might have killed Smiler. The others too.” The masked woman turned back as Jane sat on the short wall that divided her from the sheer drop below. “Earlier today Officer Patricia Heinrich.