Stepping even closer to him, more in the range of the people in the van, she said, "I am not a child, DiNozzo. You don't get to tell me what to do."Ab...ently, she looked down at her foot, feeling a cold, wet sensation. Seeing a melting ice cube on her heel-clad foot, she looked at it curiously, wondering how it got there. Seeing the empty, opened cup, Abby realized she must have dropped it. Swooping down, she righted the discarded Caf-Pow before standing back up again, intending on picking it up. As you kiss me, my tongue caresses yours, letting you feel how much I want you, as my hands run up and down your back. I press up really close to you, raising my skirt up and exposing my thighs, so that I’m grinding against your obvious arousal. I can feel my slit getting wetter as your hands start to travel up my thighs, checking for that moisture. You start to rub me outside of my barely-there panties, groping my inner thighs at the same time… I shudder with pleasure, and drop my hands down. Steve flipped me back onto my back and continued to fuck me as hard as he could. I was staring me in the eyes and sweat poured off him as my tits flopped around and hitting me in the face. “I’m going to cum baby” I told him. “Me too mom” Steve replied. “Cum in me I want to feel all your cum up inside me.” “It’s okay I can’t get pregnant anymore baby.” At that moment I came and Steve did too, it felt like hot lave shooting up in me. He held me in his arms as he pumped all his cum into me and. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce screamed as.