I had had enough of this bratty cunt. I reached into my pocket for my phone, and keeping the pistol leveled to her head, started dialing."No, please d...n't call the cops, I'll do anything you want!" Her attitude suddenly change to a pleading, frightened girl with wide scared eyes,I liked this better. "Anything?" I asked."Anything," she said in a hushed voice.The thoughts racing through my head combined with seeing here heaving tits made my cock spring up like a switchblade. She noticed my. We used the time to catch up on the latest rumors.Yes, I'm one, me and Kim, that is."It's a good thing," I answered in response to the usual questions. "If she had ten more years, nobody'd question a thing, but the point is, she's smart and sane and quite the cutie on[PtC2] top of the other stuff." Yeah, I can understand sanity being attractive," one of the others said. "I've been with some who didn't meet that standard."Home. Kim's on the sofa, smiling. "I love you, Timothy," she said."I love. "I'm sorry." Don't be sorry," I told her. "Just promise me you won't bring people into my house anymore, okay? For any reason." I promise," she mumbled."Good," I said, giving her a smile. "Then on that note, I'll be heading out. I left the coffee on for you."She bid me an embarrassed goodbye and a moment later I was out the door.The day went by. We picked our jury in less than two hours since I didn't bother using any of my strikes — after all, even the most moronic or pre-conceived juror would. ‘Cum for me, Kelly…’ he whispers coaxingly. I moan even louder, I love it when he talks to me. His fingers have made the nipple even harder and now he grips it between his thumb and finger and twists gently. ‘Cum, pretty girl. Do you like riding my hard cock? You do, don’t you? I want to feel you cum on my cock.’ His fingers on my nipple grow more insistent. ‘How does it feel? Tell me how much you love my cock inside you…’ I moan louder and my movements get more desperate. His hands go to my.