"Why were you letting them take turns fucking you?" I had to," Lori said, working her hand up toward Sandy's pussy. "I didn't have much choice." Why? ...urely you could have stopped them." Lori looked into Sandy's eyes. "Could I, Mrs. Henderson? Could you have stopped what they did to you?" But I saw you, Lori," Sandy said. "I watched you with them. You didn't act as if you were being raped. In fact, I had the distinct impression you were loving every minute of it."Lori lowered her eyes shyly.. „Die Luft ist rein,“ verkündete Jürgen.Martins Herz pochte wie eine Trommel als Martina aus dem Sportwagen stieg.Heute trug sie einen weißen Wollpullover und eine engansitzende Hose aus schwarzem Leder. Ihre Füße steckten in dazu passenden hochhackigen schwarzen Lederstiefeln mit rotem Absatz.Ihre Haare trug sie diesmal offen. Die lockigen brünetten Haare fielen über ihren Nacken und gaben ihr ein noch sexyer Aussehen als sonst.Martin merkte wie sein Glied anschwoll. Zeit. " No, as full of guilt as I am, I would never unburden myself on them. I simply want to tell them what a wonderful, sweet girl she was and how much she will be missed."Rhonda smiled sadly as Wendy struggled to find the words and put them to paper.Meanwhile, two sets of prying ears had just heard the girls' conversation."Which one do we recruit first?" asked Mark."Let's take the blonde. Another few days to let her stew in her guilt and she'll be ripe for the picking," was the smiling reply.A few. “I should go,” Lindsey said, attempting to suppress her blushing cheeks. She could feel Mr. Wright's eyes on her ass as she walked out of the room. By the time she reached the parking lot, she could feel the dampness between her legs. It was so frustrating. She needed to fuck. “Need a ride?” her father asked, pulling up in his police cruiser. Lindsey smirked. “I was going to ask you the same thing, Daddy.” “Well, get in. You and I can have some fun.” Lindsey slid into the back seat of the car.