Ab maine uski navel se neeche gya or wha per chatne laga Ab maine uski jean ko b utaar diya or ab wo apni red color ki panty me thi jo ki uske chut ke...ras se gili ho chuki thi maine uski panty pe se hi uski chut chatne laga kya mast swaad tha uski chut ka bilkul namkeen saa.Ab maine uski panty ko b utaar diya kya mast chut thi uski bilkul chhoti see or pink color ki or uski chut me jeebh ghusa k chatne laga Wo ahhh….uhhh….ahhhh…..ahhh…ahhh….karke cheekhne lagi or mere sar ko apni chut per. He turned to walk down the hall and look for something better when his feet got tangled up in Stacy's bag. He reached out to grab something to keep himself from falling but only managed to pull down a nearby locker with him as he fell.The crash of the falling locker reverberated through the empty halls. He rolled over onto his back to see Kerry and Ian standing in the empty doorway. Cliff noticed that Ian had a camera in his hand just as he started taking photos of Clifford's. “So Amos, I need you to run a name for me. Run it against the local and national crime data bases?” It took just twenty minutes to disqualify him. The hard part was telling him.I bit the bullet and called him. “Look kid, I know you had a hard time and are working to turn it around, but this is the wrong way to do it. Imagine how a woman who had the crap beat out of her recently would feel, if she knew a violent felon was guarding in her kids day care?” I asked.“I’m not like that any more,” he. I again circled her, enjoying my work. My hands we on her, toughing a rubbing all of her parts. When my fingers went to her cunt, she was as wet as any women I had every fucked. "You are a fucking slut, aren't you" I laughed. "About to be ****d and you are creaming like a schoolgirl getting finger banged for the first time".I knelt down in front of her and attached a home made spreader bar to her ankles, opening her legs and giving access to both of her holes. Now came my special fetish. I went.