. You're in 'TROUBLE' again, Angela?" the teenage policegirl whispered. It was not the first time I'd been 'BUSTED!'I smiled awkwardly - I'd been 'BUS...ED' in a somewhat 'compromising position' downtown. I had 'ecstasy' in my possession, to warrant a 'Trafficking' Charge! Tania brushed the hair from her eyes with the back of her hand. It was a little after midnight... "Yes... !" I confessed. Taking the cup of coffee from her, I savoured the tempting fragrance of the policewoman's 'Tommy Girl'. Yes, I knew things, but I was a boy, thirteen going on fourteen and not even in high school yet. How was I going to influence things from the tiny corner of the universe that was Cold Lake, Oregon?Yes, I knew things, but who could I tell? How could I feel safe, carrying the information I did, if it became known? Even if no one believed me, I would be treated like I was crazy, perhaps even taken away from my parents and locked away somewhere with the other mental patients.That I was here was. Again, my head nearly spins off my shoulders and I almost fucking nut without even touching my jumping and jerking cock. I notice he is picking up his mouth pumping pace now. Starting to pump that horned up cock of his into my mouth faster and harder and a bit deeper. I can feel that big slick, juicy, cock head banging on the back of my cum milking wanna be throat. Suddenly he says, "Relax baby, relax that fucking throat hole of yours, don't be afraid of my fuck weapon baby, it's not going. She did not hide in our chat that her cock was screaming for action and that she was very much bisexual. Naughty talk had definitely brought naughty feelings. In the taxi in the way to Mia’s place she called Denise. I heard her saying to her friend that she was about to score with a nice big man and would she want to come and join us. I smiled. That was not my first threesome or group experience but this time I was not sure who Denise was.At Mia’s apartment, am amazing large space, nicely.