They told Karen and me that the one who was the worst off might never recover from the savagery to which they had been subjected. Miss Mabel had talke... to her and one other. They would go with her. Two others would stay with Karen as they figured out what to do with their lives as would the two men. The last two would live with us. One of them was the one who had shot the four men. Susan Hart was the shooter and Morgan Wallace had known her for some period before their capture.Susan said,. I dragged her to me and started kissing her passionately on her soft lips!How soft they are?She too responded well and started kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.in no time,our tongues start fighting and we are exchanging salivas.At last after a deep smooch, we ended this kissing session of 15 minutes.Then I hold her in my arms and taken her to the bed room .She unzipped me and taken the monster outside.She kneel down on the bed and I really love the way she started blowing my dick.I asked her. It carried over to my senior year in High School, when a very handsome guy, mistook my shyness for homosexuality. He assumed my shyness indicated that I was gay. While in reality, I had no sexual preference. Being shy, I had not developed relationships with either girls or boys. But the handsome guy decided, in his mind I was gay and proceeded to strike up a conversation with me every time the opportunity presented itself. I had to admit that for the first time, I was enjoying talking openly. She was just so amazed and flattened. I stopped midway, headed to her thighs. Trust me that smile she had made me go more in her. I caressed her inner thighs. Rolled over my tongue till her legs and down to her toes. Sucked them well and came back to her pink vagina. I gave her more licking and twinkles.After an amazing flow of her liquids, it was her chance to excite me. Running down my pants she took hold of my dick and just gave me an amazing blowjob.With constant eye contacts and hands.