It was one of those moments our height difference was perfect. I could lean my head back against his chest and he could rest one cheek on my hair and ...ook down along the sloping curves of my body. He slid his hand down the front of my jeans and pressed the thin material of my thong against my wet folds. I gasped, reveling in the feeling of his hands on me, and the ache between my thighs tripled with that one touch. It took all my willpower not to grind my hips against his hand, and he knew it.. For some reason, even though I was currently experiencing the most humiliating moment of my life, my dick seemed to enjoy the attention, because the next thing I knew, I was spurting again. My first blast shot out like a cannon, spraying in a straight line from the bottom of my sisters breasts right down to her belly button. She squealed and jumped out of the way, exposing Jessica as a target. Like a homing missile, my second shot, which was even more intense than the first, sprayed Jessica. ” “No I mean where were you when you had sex with them?” “Oh, sorry. Once was in a dorm room but most times it was in a car.” “In the back seat?” “Yes, in the back.” “Another question, have you ever had sex with a married woman?” “Jesus Katrina, are you a fortune teller on the side?” “No Jeff, just a garden variety headshrinker. So some of your partners in college were married?” “One was. Don’t laugh but her name was Madonna.” “What was her marital situation?” “She worked days, her. "Sure," Fiddler agreed. "I'll take care of it, but I'm going to need something to say..." Don't worry," Floyd said. "I'll write up another one, nobody will know the difference." Riles approached you then?" Vasquez asked and Peterson nodded."Yeah," he said. "What else was he going to do? The woman..."Floyd drew a heavy breath and let it out slowly while Tina waited."You didn't see what they did to her," the man finally said. "I don't know who or how many, but it was more than one or two." And.