This time he did not just move his head out, but slowly crawled out his entire body from under the bed. While crawling, he made sure he stayed at the ...dge of the bed. Slowly he reached the lower end of the bed. According to his calculations, it was the safest angle to peep from. He got on his knees and slowly he lifted his body. The bed was now level with his shoulders. His eyes had by now got completely adjusted to the darkness and he could clearly see what was happening on the bed. Chandan. This isn’t a hotel,’ ordered the big, burly agent. ‘Scram, get out of here!’ ‘I have nowhere to go.’ ‘Tough, this isn’t a charity house. Go find a soup kitchen or a flop house. Get out!’ The old man got clumsily to his feet and headed for the door. He knew there was a soup kitchen around there somewhere, but his drug softened brain wouldn’t tell him where. He stumbled out onto the sidewalk and started down the street. He only went two blocks when he recognized the soup kitchen and staggered. Camera crews had set up all around the field to record the action and the scorekeeping booth had been all but taken over by the ESPN play-by-play crew and their assistants."What a fuckin' zoo," Matt complained as they were forced to park in field three's parking lot, nearly a quarter mile away.Fortunately, as friends of one of the players, they had three seats reserved for them just behind home plate. After claiming their seats they walked down near the home team dugout to say hello to Helen.. His long, hot tongue came out.He slurped up Caroline's crotch."Oooooh!" she cried when she felt that wet, slippery tongue slowly glide up her open pussy slot and across her throbbing clit. She squirmed down, her ass on the very edge of the seat, grinding her groin against the dog's surging tongue. He continued to lap merrily away, scooping tonguefuls of cuntjuice out of her flooded cunt hole. Caroline reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussylips wide open, so that the cunt hungry.