Accessory after the fact of murder was going to be quite an incentive to talk his head off. If he chose not to do so, he would never again see the lig...t of day. Not only would he be going inside, but he would be going inside as a kiddie pimp. Life would be a bitch for him, at the very least."Eddie, don't count on Jamison. Call Mission, if she hasn't raided that club, we can try to talk to the club manager. If she has, maybe we can get a half hour alone with him." I suggested.While Eddie did. It could have been a bug bite, or maybe an ingrown hair. She compounded my anxiety by trying to cover it up with make-up while we were at home. I could understand why she would want to cover it up, if she went out, but why would she bother to do it at home?If Loretta was seeing anyone else, then she was doing it during the day. She never went out at night when I wasn't along. I was sure that she wasn't meeting anyone at the house. It ate at me for a whole week. Of course, by that time, the love. She said meet me after school in the boys` locker room in the showers part. I said you dont wanna meet in the girls` locker room? She said no because that would not turn her on so much. I liked the idea better because I would not feel very comotorble in the girls` locker room.As the end of the day came, I walked through the large student commons. I walked though the large gymnasium. I then walked in the boys` locker room. The locker room was painted with blue paint. I walked though five. Quickly their clothes came off, and they disrobed me, and I found myself lounged back naked on a sofa as two older guys with stiffening cocks stroked and groped me. Jeff’s cock was around my size (average, quick thick), but Mark’s was really big – certainly the biggest I’d seen at that time.Jeff and I were still kissing – his tongue writhed lie a snake inside my mouth, as I tried to push mine right down his throat. Mark’s hand was gripped around my iron-stiff dick, wanking it slowly. Jeff.