If he was running, he took his phone but didn't call his dad for help. He took the photos, because for some reason he didn't plan to come back. It rea...ly makes no sense. The Marshals would never let him carry the cell phone. What did you get on the trace." The phone has been disabled. Either temporarily or permanently," he said. "Somebody tossed it in the river, but why were the picture taken? Why would he take the picture and the cell phone just to disable it." Maybe he was trying to confuse. "Don't worry, I'mnot trying to hit on you." You're the second guy to say that to me tonight, and he tried to gropeme!" I called back. "So how can I believe you?" Simple," said Jase. " I don't have a chance. You're hopelessly gay!"I laughed. "How can you be sure of that?" Well, duh!" he replied, taking a long swig from his beer bottle. Helooked around the lounge, which was lined with students all drinking andtalking too loud. "I've been watching you for the past five minutes.You've checked out. As he walked into the school late in the afternoon, he was dreading what would surely be a not so pleasant experience. He walked into the first-grade classroom to see a forty-year-old teacher, Ms. Davis, standing by her desk. She looked very pretty for her age. Short brown hair, reading glasses, knee high skirt with a buttoned up shirt.“Sit”, she sternly said pointing at the chair beside her desk. She sat and Mike sat. Ms. Davis went on about how misbehaved his child was in regards to talking. In time, the second bundle also broke apart and he ground the remaining handfuls of leaves into her burning bosom. She lifted herself clear of the floor with a muffled cry and threw her head back in pure agony. Without pausing, he took up the next bunch and used it to stroke her flat stomach and shaven pubic mound. She thrust her chained cunt towards him, parting her thighs to welcome the vicious assault, gasping and panting as the stingers jabbed into her clit and lips. When he slapped her.