'The aforementioned Coach Cal Rolle (he preferred to say that he was called 'California' because he hated his real name: Calvin) was at that moment st...pping into the shower in the boy's locker room, trying to wake up after a night of little sleep and strange dreams. His voice echoed in the high ceilings and empty spaces of the deserted locker room. "Such a sweet, hardworking girl: Janelle. So sad to die so young. She could have been a world-class swimmer. Or at least gotten a scholarship in. David was wearing a t-shirt that was only a little large on him, and jeans with very rolled up cuffs. And a grin, when he looked at Angel and Lena."Ok, c'mon letch. Let's get you to the clinic." Lena didn't seem too disturbed about what she knew he was seeing.For me, it's no worse than all those boys undressing me with their eyes. At least his image is more realistic.Angel conceded the point.When they got in the car, Angel rode shotgun, and Lena and David's mother propped him up between. Barely 18 herself, Angel thought this helper was the best looking and sexiest helper her dad had ever hired. She rubbed his hair as she licked and sucked on her sweet pussy. She then grabbed his hair and pulled him up towards her. Josh looked in her "fuck me" eyes and no words needed to be said. He placed his hard, throbbing, dripping cock into her hungry cunt and started to push. Her legs spread wide as he pushed deeper and deeper. Squeezing her breast with one hand while balancing himself. "Don't kill him, Jack! He's hurt bad enough. Let him go!" she pleaded as she pulled on my arm.I swung the guy to my right and tossed him into his partner. Both felt backward to the concrete. Before the second one could get up, my heel caught him in the temple and he fell back to the pavement. I heard Marge talking to the 911 operator before I had picked up the second knife from the gutter. I decided not to remove the blade that was lodged in the first fellow's stomach, knowing I would probably.