Kenny or whoever he really was, had not been joking with me. When Charlotte came home from her job that evening she was as angry as a teased wasp and ...houted, "You damn cheating bastard, how in the hell could you do that to me?"I pretended to be stupid and asked, "Did what to you?"This was obviously not the best tactic because she shouted, "You stupid bastard, you cheated on me at your damn seminar and be sure there will be consequences. From now on, you are sleeping in the spare bedroom and. Carl sometimes eye-balled me as if to wonder my opinion of their liquor-for-sex relationship. I had no opinion and only gave him brief glances. He seemed a little creepy, to be honest. On the third Thursday of July, Carl knocked at our door, a pint of some brownish spirits in hand, and he stepped through the door without waiting for any one to let him in. He was forty-something, average height and build, not good looking, brown hair, and black horned rim glasses. He was far from an Adonis, but. Then I felt my breasts being massaged and my erect nipples being pinched. I knew that was not finished with yet. He then knelled on me and rubbed the head of his cock along the length of my hot wet pussy opening. I wanted his cock in me so badly that I wiggled my hips trying to suck his cock into my wet cunt. His hands came down and held my hips tightly, preventing me from further movement.The cock rubbed and tantalized my pussy nearly entering me, and then teasingly moving away. In this. In two years, Cliff had seen a lot of crazy calls, although Lesley Cramer was a bright kid. Plus, she was the Sheriff's daughter. He drove over two blocks to High Street and placed his cruiser under an oak tree, at the intersection of Peak Drive and High Street. He killed the headlights but left the engine in idle. He opened the window and listened into the night.He heard the Porsche before he saw it. Then two headlights pierced the night coming nearer fast. Too fast. The Porsche rushed past.