"The remainder of my investigation is best recorded as annotation.UntitledUnattributed [1]I was never the cool uncleToo old, too absent, too out of fa...hionI was in my thirtieswhen J was bornTwice the age of "cool"And seven years past "cool older guy"I'd said "these kids today" before she was even bornand by the time she had a favorite bandI didn't know what kind of music they playedor why anyone would like it(or me)I didn't live nearbydidn't "help raise her"wasn't "always there"not like some TV. This incredible young girl was nude and stretched out before her and was lost in passion. The woman put her hands on Angel's thighs and gently pushed them further apart. The girl did not protest in any way. The woman lightly trailed her fingernails up and down the girl's inner thighs from the edge of her pussy down to her knees. Angel was practically writhing in the chair as she felt this new stimulus so close to her sex."Oh my god Elizabeth, you're going to put your mouth on me aren't you?". It throbbed with every heartbeat and a bead of pre-cum sat like dew on the tip of his rock hard organ. He reached down to the duffel bag he had brought into the room for just this occasion. He pulled out a small, egg-shaped object attached to a long wire with a box at the other end of the wire. He watched as Marcia’s ass swayed from side to side as another dream began to form in her sleeping mind. Her pussy was still hot and wet from her previous orgasm and the juices were slowly sliding down. I thought of screaming as loud as I could, but who would hear me in a back office room at four o'clock on a Sunday morning? Plus, that would only piss them off and I might get it worse. I was in a definite quandary, and I could feel my bladder release its contents all over my stomach and down onto the floor. I heard some of my soon to be fuck buddies laugh at my unfortunate predicament. And then, mercifully I suppose, it happened:One of the thugs stood quietly behind my head and held a wet.