He grabbed my long hair and began to fuck my mouth driving in and out of my throat " take it you cock sucking slut " as he fucked my mouth harder . h... leaned forward pulled my panties aside then spit on his fingers . i felt his wet fingers against my asshole as he drove 2 into me working my hole as i continued to suck his cock.i began to push back on his fingers as he worked them in and out ." you really are a cock hungry little whore , so do you want to get fucked?" he asked i took my mouth. Some serious M Knight Shamallama stuff right there. I raced home, then realized, I forgot my phone. I only had just enough time to cum, then head back to Tracy’s to get my phone. So I sat on the toilet, and pushed my fingers into my wet slippery hole, and got a decent squirt, it helped, but then my mind took control, reminding me that I needed to get the phone back. Zooming back across town, I pulled into his driveway and timed it oh so perfectly. Todd was shaking Tracy’s hand, and they were. And why on earth had she worn those stupid, stupid panties? But then she felt his lips again, and his tongue. On the inside of her thigh.And now it wasn’t just little touches of his tongue, either. There were fewer kisses and longer wet tingling tracings and his hot breath on her skin. Her skirt beginning to bunch up toward her waist. Then just his tongue, as if he were using it to sign his name on the skin of her thigh. His full name. Taking ownership of her yet again. She could almost. He had jacked off more than once since then with her naked image in his mind."What happened to those guys that posed as sheriffs, Earl and Norman?" My dad said that they caught Earl over in Winston County just as he was packing up to leave town. No one has seen Norman since we talked to the police. I imagine he is in Canada by now. The real sheriff and his deputies found their moonshine operation in the woods about a mile from the millpond. Daddy said they destroyed it and many gallons of.