I realized what she was up to. It’s going to look like cum. Stop it! It’s going to be the custard that it is. I let myself giggle, as her head bob...ed, and the pastry began to sag under her oral assault. She thrust it into her mouth and let the custard squirt out. Joni and Shelly jumped to it, slurping up the yellowish-white goo. Betty and Iris held me back, saying “No, you can’t touch the cum yet.” My giggles became outright laughs.Diane kept her comment at the giggle level. “I guess that. This was a wicked party, seriously thought Frank woud miss the pool from that tree branch or the fucking branch woud break ahhah''''ahhah yeah that guy is out of mind, last year he did a jump with his snowboard accross a fucking road and barely clear it''''ahah yeah i saw the vids''finishing the joint following him insidei was way more drunk than him it seems , when i got up i fell on the floor laugthing hardleaving me to go in the shower after helping me in the bathroomtelling me i woud feel. If I had been booked me, I could have at least gotten a shower. I rally needed to get the blood off, it was freaking me out.They kept Martin, Mike, Gwen and me in seperate areas of the building. I knew it was to prevent story matching and manufacturing. The GBI blew in around midnight. It took them another hour to catch up, before they could begin to question us. They began with me for some reason known only to them."So Ms. Stone, what exactly happened?" Marshal asked."You know most of it, but. "but I'm running later than I was hoping I would be. Do you think you can show me a shortcut so I can get there on time?"She pointed out some alleys and back streets that would take me to the administration building, which she referred to as "Pounder-snatch Hall". It was an impressive building with great high peaks and spires. There were also beautiful statues and gargoyles adorning the grounds and building. As Tiffany approached the building's main entrance, she reached out and slapped the ass.