Too bad no one was going to get it. They already had killed him. His body was already in the ground. It didn’t matter anymore. Who ever was going to...take the blame would be innocent. They would never get the one who killed the black jogger. The gun would never be found. It would be solved, but they sent the wrong man to the chair. He would die. He was innocent. It didn’t matter. The community had their revenge. They had their blood. They didn’t care who it was. They had what they wanted,. She reached out a hand and laid it on his head, urging him gently down. As he bent his head again, she sighed in contentment, leaving her had where it was, but applying no pressure. This time he treated her pussy as her mouth, echoing the passion of their first kiss in five years by thrusting boldly and quickly, causing her to writhe and moan with pleasure. Her sharp cries, which at first punctuated the stream of her soft, muffled noises, became more frequent, and he knew that, if he didn’t. He shivered as his bare flesh was released from the confines of his pants and Scarlet lowered her head, taking his manhood between her slick lips. He fought the urge to close his eyes as pleasure pulsed through his body, instead he focused on the erotic imagery of the beautiful girl kneeling between his legs. The way she kneeled Tim could look past her head to where her skirt rode up, revealing her virginal white panties, layered across the seat with three rows of fine lace. He let his hands. Rachel giggled again as a memory of just such a rendezvous flashed back through her brain. She rolled her teary eyes. She could still picture Rebecca’s mocking grin that day. That girl! *** ‘Hey, slut! I’m gonna run over to the computer lab and print out my paper really quick since I totally ran out of the house like a crazy person this morning and forgot it. I’ll just catch you in class. Love ya!’ Rachel watched as Rebecca blew her a mock-kiss and bounded off down the hallway. She smirked at.