She forms a ring ring around my cock with just her thumb and forefinger, and very, very slowly pulls back my foreskin hard, until the head of my cock ...tarts to engorge with bl**d and turn purple. Then very, very slowly, keeping up her firm grip she moves up and down my shaft. The sensation is unbelievable. Its like nothing I have ever experienced before. I start to shake, desperate for her to go faster, but she keeps up the same slow, regular rhythm, all the time talking to me. I really am. Beth is a head shorter than Jack is; he made do by kissing her on the top of the head. He had a hand up under her blouse, rubbing her back, and a hand on her ass, squeezing, the whole song -- and Beth loved it, I could tell. He wasn't groping her, really -- it was more a possession thing. He was saying 'this is mine' and she was agreeing with him.Frieda came back; Tara moved to Maureen's vacant seat. As Frieda set out the drinks, I asked, "Is Jack like that with all of you?"Frieda mustered a. “Out with it!”“Protecting the kids is a priority, and not just the Quayles, all the kids. Inside, from outside, from adults, and from other kids, too. Something’s going on. Something dangerous!” He sighed, then continued, “That passel of dimwits on the school board saddled you with a zero-tolerance rule. That’s bad enough in normal times - useless as tits on a boar hog. Someone being attacked, ganged up on, can’t defend himself - herself.” He added, “can’t even push an attacker away without. Dean moved out a couple of weeks ago. I thought you knew."This hit me like a shot to the gut. I knew that Ronnie's folks had some problems but nothing like this. I felt really bad for him, and for Janice."So Mr. Randall just left?" I asked."Well, yeah. He didn't go far, he's got an apartment over on Wilmont, in that new complex that looks like a ski lodge." Wow." This was so weird. I mean, he'd been gone a lot but to be totally living somewhere else. Poor Ronnie.When we got home my dad dropped.