You carry on, spanking me, hard. i am struggling not to cry but the tears come. Also the feeling of belonging comes, the feeling of being owned. i kno... i am yours.You make me stand up, put my hands on my head, spread my legs. You ask someone to feel how wet i am. The woman from across the street comes forward, in front of me, her hand goes between my thighs and cups me. “She’s soaking like slut.” Her finger slides inside me and i jerk with the unexpected intrusion but she keeps sliding it in. He handed me a piece of paper, and erased all traces of the program from the laptop.The owner of the laptop threw a fit; "You can't do that, it's private property!" he yelled. Mr. Miller said, "Rick, you are absolutely correct. I'll just call the police and have you arrested for possession of child pornography." Rick replied, "Naw, that's OK; you can erase it."I asked to be excused, and went down to Mr. Robinson's office. We called Toby Hinshaw's dad, Detective Hinshaw. He came right over, and. She rested on top of John, her thighs straddling his waist. She leaned in and began to kiss him, distantly at first, but their kisses became more and more passionate, until, John noticed, the windows were fogged up. Reaching ahead of her, Molly opened one of the cab windows a crack, allowing air to get in. John slowly sat up, his face directly in front of her breasts. He reached out, squeezing her left breast, feeling it's softness. Molly gasped, pulling John's head into her chest, encouraging. I met the most beautiful girl and I knew I was being stupid for falling in love with those dark-blue eyes as they gazed upon me. She got closer and said, "Would you mind if I sit here?" She had the best smile I had ever seen, and it went along really well with her eyes. Her body was as astonishing as the fact that she was talking to me."I guess a little company won't hurt." I smiled pleasantly for I did not want her to know how unusual it was for someone to even look at me.That day, we talked.