" It was. When we came into the room we stopped dead in our tracks and both said together 'Sharon'. I can't tell you how touched we were." Good!" Snif.... "I'm glad." Sniff. "I'm... so happy... for you both." A tearful wail and the phone went dead."She rung off," said Deborah. "Do you think she's all right?" Yes," said Richard reassuringly. "She's quite an emotional person. Was she in tears?"Deborah nodded."Yup! It fits, bless her heart. Anyway, my lovely, we're due to leave in twenty minutes so. . you're going to hate the next twenty minutes!"Sheriff Williams motioned to the arresting officer. "Preston, get her into a cell," he ordered."Oh, please, what did I do?" Tara begged. "Please tell me what I did wrong, and I'll never do it again! And I'll read the pamphlet. I promise!" She gave the men a desperate, pitiful smile. "Lots and lots of reading tonight!"As Deputy Preston dragged Tara toward a cell, the sheriff turned to the other deputy. "Knight, get the tools." Tools?" Tara asked as. With the bricks back in place, I now had convenient handles to pull the brick out, with as well as a place to set my ‘Indian rifle’ as camouflage.The next day I moved the stove and all the furniture inside and arranged it as comfortably as I could. I also stuffed the mattress case with straw and added it to the bed along with the sheets and blanket. I put up the pot and pan, the plates, the cups, the silverware, and the lamp. I filled the chest with two sets of city clothes, and the clothes I’d. Her hands were flat on her lap and her small breasts pressed against the fabric of her sundress as she breathed. She watched my efforts with a singular attention. I stroked faster. "I'm going to cum all over you, " I breathed, "is that OK?" "Yes," she answered smiling, "do your worst." I stroked harder and looked down at her pretty face, the glasses, the short black hair. It was so pristine and nice but, I thought smiling, it would soon be covered with my cum. My groin cramped, and I groaned.