Her heart began pounding a bit faster in anticipation as he looked up and saw her coming. Where you been? he asked, and she started to explain she had...wanted to dress up a bit for him, but he brushed her off. Hurry up, I gotta be back home in thirty minutes to go to the store with my mom, he told her, as he pulled his shorts and underwear down, his revealing his hard little dick. Lauren, hurt that he hadnt even said hello, got to her knees in front of him and began stroking his dick, watching. My cheek throbbed, and I fought back tears. I swallowed hard and decided to reply. The video was terrible. I dont know why my… why its wet. Say it. Say you dont know why your pussy is wet. His words rippled through me, and my cheeks felt hot beneath his stare. For some reason, I felt compelled to follow his instructions. I looked away once more. I dont know why my pussy is wet. He released my jaw. Thats a good little slut. See how easy it is if you just answer me in the first place? I know why. She hated it when Pat did that but this seemed to be different and she allowed it with little struggle. And instead of her tits being mauled, she felt a gentle finger stroke the black, silky material between her legs.No, no! her mind said, but her legs turned to jelly. Finally gaining control of herself, she pushed the softly probing hand away and broke off the kiss."No, Harry, you mustn't," she said. But she could still feel where the finger had touched her."Didn't you like it?" he asked."Yes. ”“May we have, oh, five minutes together?” the FBI Agent asked of us.Our lawyer said, “Certainly.” As the police and FBI wandered off, he looked at me, then at Elroy and Earl.“Gentlemen, in my opinion, this is totally self-defense. I am completely surprised that no one has tried to transport anyone to the local precinct, but at the same time, I really do understand why Captain Hardesty hasn’t done that. Having said that, I suspect there will be at least a little issue with the District.