Thank you for coming.”Later, he phoned the chaplain, and said, “I have interviewed the man and one of his ladies. All I can report back to you is,...that I find no fault in this man.”The chaplain was no fool. She recognised that these were words from the Bible, where Pontius Pilate reported to the Jewish leaders on his examination of Jesus. She knew that the Dean was washing his hands of the accusation she had raised.She told him, “I am grateful to you for you looking into the matter, Dean. We. He made angry look and directed my attention to his phone, he then put his arms around me and pushed my face to his side and kissed my lips, I didnt respond and he slowly put his hands in my top through the underarms opening and began squeezing my boobs hard.He was getting harder with each squeeze and I had a pain look on my face, he saw me and removed his hands from there and told me to spread my right arm, to which he began smelling my underarms and began smooching and licking me there, he. And I don’t even like beer!’ I blurted. Wade snorted with laughter. ‘Okay, okay. You’ve convinced me. But don’t you breathe a word of this, understand?’ ‘Of course.’ He rang me up, and I paid for the beer. ‘Thanks a lot, Wade.’ ‘Take care of yourself, Morgan,’ he said. ‘I always did have a soft spot for you.’ I couldn’t help but grin. ‘From what I remember, there’s not a soft spot on you.’ ‘Get outta here, you flirt.’ I left the store and headed toward the motel. Still no snow, maybe my luck. Sucking it harder and harder, swallowing your cum." The wholetime I said this I kept moving against him. His hands kept squeezing my ass.Finally he snapped. Out of nowhere he thrust his hips up and pushed me downhard. I cried out, his hard cock sliding so deep it almost felt like he wastrying to choke me. He groaned and starting pumping in and out of me. He fuckedme slow but his strokes were so hard. I started moving with him, making him gofaster. He let me take over the rythm, releasing my ass.