There was a crowd surrounding it. I pushed my way through.Someone had painted over Eugenie Butler-Winter’s artwork. The same red paint but in a disp...ay of ironic creativity, the vandal had arranged the words differently: ‘DEVIENT’, ‘AIDS’ and ‘PURVERT’. Mr Peters was furiously trying to scrub them off, watched by Vice Principal Hinterberry.Eugenie Butler-Walker was standing to one side sobbing her heart out. Without even thinking, I went over and wrapped my arms around her in a comforting. Molly came into the room with cloths and a wash basin of hot water. ‘Get his shirt off so I can look at his wound,’ she ordered. After cleaning the area with the hot water, Molly felt around and decided that the bullet had passed through Tyler’s side no more than a couple of inches into the muscle. From the position of the wound she was sure that it hadn’t hit anything vital. Tyler had collapsed due to blood loss. ‘Hold him up while I get a bandage around him,’ Molly ordered. With John holding. He was surprised at how different it was from fingering a pussy. It was much tighter and there seemed to be a ring of muscle that gripped at his finger as he pushed and penetrated past it. He felt hornylady's hand stroking his shaft and balls from below as he slid his cock and finger in and out of the holes that they were buried in, amazed at the fact that he could feel his cock moving through the membrane that separated them."Now its time to break me Steve. I want that enormous cock of yours. “We had an open marriage agreement. I may not have been articulate enough at first, but I realized that after your first couple of adventures, they excited the hell out of me. I remember our reading about a couple doing that in one of the story magazines -- Penthouse Variations -- IIRC, where a couple had three agreements when she went out: he’d pick her clothes with her having a right to veto, she wouldn’t clean up if they had had sex, and she’d tell him every detail.“You asked my permission.