Harold was very happy that they had stopped by. His penis was twitchingin the tight confines of his yellow girdle. Lara's exquisite perfumelingered in...his nostrils and he wasn't even thinking about the newyellow and white lace bra he was wearing. When he went to bed he put onhis new CD and with a happy smile fell asleep. His last thought was,"This was one great week. I can't wait to take Gwendolyn to the dance."OooHarold sat in his room trying to decide what he was going to wear overto. He was tongue fucking me and my hips matched the tempo of his tongue as I tried to get it deep inside.My head moved up and down on his cock taking more and more of it into my mouth. It felt so hot and so full and was so hard that when it finally hit the back of my throat it felt like a steel bar capped with a soft resilient head. It felt so good in my mouth and I could taste his pre-cum oozing out from the tip. It tasted sweet and pungent at the same time. Then it was slipping down my throat. I gasped, and she smiled and brought me in even closer so that her face was against my neck. I felt her soft lips just barely brush against my skin and I let out a small, involuntary moan. The next thing I knew, she was leading me again. I followed her back into the hallway and she led me to my room and looked at me, and she smiled. And this time her smile was filled with even more secrets, and it lit her eyes up with desire. I opened my door and she immediately led me in, shut and locked. But I was pretty happy about the exoneration stuff, even though the part about my being "in custody" rankled a little. Was I really? I asked the fibbie who was with me and just got a waffle.It turned out, though, that the "custody" business was mostly a formality. All they really wanted out of me, as McDonough had told me at the end of the previous day's session, was a formal statement of what underlay the audio I'd given them. My shooting Quiller was officially accepted as self-defense, and.