Four pairs of hands pulled down those pants and the underwear beneath immediately followed. Both pants and underwear slid down and clustered around e...ght ankles. Just as quickly, four firm and anxious boners popped up demanding time and attention, all circumcised, veiny and expectant. Lois Griffin was on her knees in front of a semi-circle of teen age males whose cocks promised a generous helping of “respect”. Her son Chris had a cock she was very familiar with, all nine inches a thick,. "You better little bitch" he said back and smirked again. "On your hands and knees" he said,leaving her on the carpted floor,not minding the bruises on her kneesShe did what she was told,obeying the other as she got into the requested position,showing her dripping pussy to the other,showing him how much he turns her on. "Please master" she whispered to him,telling him how much she needed him inside her body. The master said nothing as he grabbed her hips,pushing his big cock deep inside her. He’s gone and left town is the rumor.” John knew the rumor. He knew everyone sitting in the pews of the Lutheran church right now were shitting their pants and praying for a miracle. He knew what everyone knew. Sherriff Ford had taken a runner and was on his way to Portland, or god knows where. He knew everyone considered him a dead man. The stonemason was probably chiseling his tombstone from cheap easily crumbled granite already. John angled his head to the side and looked Dusty in the eyes.. Also there was that ten to fifteen years age difference. Hillary suggested that she pick him up at home. He needed to change and still didn’t have a car or driver’s license. Neither of them wanted him driving the scooter at night. That’s how she came to be on his security camera footage at 7pm on a Friday night. ‘Where are we going?’ he asked as he climbed into her car. ‘I thought we might try that new Steak house out by the South Mall,’ she suggested. ‘All men like steak, don’t they?’ ‘Of.