She came home several hours later looked like she had been fresh fucked and smelled like it. She went straight into the bedroom shedding close as she ...ent flopping down on the bed telling me come here and hold me. I lay beside he I placed my hand on her inner thigh into the left over cum that drained as she walked home. She spread her legs saying kiss the results of my cooking. I dove between her thighs to dine at the Y by starting with the stuff coating her thighs working up to the main course. Already in the few months that he started taping the girls at work, he had amassed a video collection of hundreds of tapes. Which he would advertise on the Internet as fast as he could copy them for distribution. In fact, sales for these videos surpassed most of his legitimate business ventures. This meant that he didn't have to go into the office as frequently, and could simply stay in his secret recording studio and watch the two lustful teens indulge in their bestial pleasures live.At first,. Everything delighted her senses: the smell of brewed coffee, the soothing sounds of old time jazz melodies enhanced by all the natural wood decor and detailing, and the sight of rows upon rows of books lining almost every wall from floor to ceiling.It just seemed right to be there, a place of solitude and patience.She made her way toward the backroom to put away her purse. As she passed the counter, she greeted the owner of the cafe, Mr. Danzig. The elderly man with the shock-white hair,. Even though his plans played on his conscience, Billy still felt somewhat justified in his actions. If Principal Horton was doing what he suspected, relieving the man of his influence over the student body would be a heroic undertaking.Not wanting to involve his family in any way, Billy used his own money that he earned from mowing lawns to purchase a voice activated mini camcorder. He waited until the weekend, used his set of stolen keys to gain entry to the school, and hid the camera on top.