I always felt Marsha was not good enough for you."Derek was surprised at her bluntness but tried not to show it on his face."That is terribly kind of ...ou to say, Cindy, but I think it is not fair to Marsha because she really deserved more from me. I am afraid I was lacking as an attentive boyfriend."Bob was totally focused on keeping his Carol's fingers wrapped around his fat little cock in the back seat. Derek could see the purple head peeking straight up into the air. Carol looked up at Derek. It's about 1,450 miles from Lukeville to Mexico City. I figure we'll need three full days to make that run. Oh, another thing ... we won't be using the Toyota. We need to hand it off to a friend of mine at the border. He'll dispose of it for us. It'll be simpler and safer to let a Mexican national, another friend of the Agency, drive us in his vehicle. He knows the roads, the rules, and the language, and he'll arrange for all the right papers. Anyway, once we get out of Mexico City on our. He decided that Cliff would have to take this tape to the Sheriff. Such definite threats could not go undocumented.The phone rang again. Glenn waited for the answering machine to pick it up and took a sip of the soft drink while he waited. He picked up the phone when he heard the voice of the Sheriff. He said, “Hey, Sheriff. This is Glen.”Dale replied testily, “I’ve been trying to call for the past half an hour. The phone has been busy the entire time.”Glen replied, “Oh just getting a series of. I marvelled at how wet she was, and then my fingers went in as far as they would go, and my thumb bumped up against Grans clit. Gran made a sound as if she was choking, so I froze. NO! Keep going! I pulled my hand out, and pushed it back in a few times. Gran was now moving with me – setting the rhythm. Faster and faster, until she arched her back, grabbed my hand, held it hard against her pussy and shuddered a few times. Then she fell back, allowing my dripping hand to slip out. I looked at.