I found the bra, but the white stains were almost impossible to get off.”Dale’s face burned as their laughter followed him down the hall, but he k...pt walking. He resisted slamming his bedroom door. Locking it, he pulled the box out of his book bag and unpacked it. Inside the inner box was an ornate wooden box with an envelope yellow with age taped to it. He set the box aside and opened the envelope.April 17th, 1960Dear Mr. Metzger, May I call you Dale? I know it must be quite shocking to be. "I questioned, "Did you call the Embassy yet?"He yelled, "Fuck no! I didn't have their God damn phone number and the bastards here wouldn't let me use a phone book."I laughed under my breath and slightly taunted, "You didn't write the number down before you came here?"Perhaps that was the wrong thing to do as he shouted, "Hell yes I did! But the fucking bastards took my travel book away from me now..."The phone went dead - I guess he ran out of time or they cut him off. Masha gave me a. I took my middle finger of my right hand and entered her. I kept a steady rhythm in and out all the while licking hard on her little clit. I met resistance about an inch into her pussy and each time I would touch her there she squealed and bucked against my finger. I know it hurt but it was one of those hurts that feels good. When she came she screamed out, Oh my God!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!! Oh God! Oh God!!! Unghhhhhhhh!!!!! Her pussy juice flowed into my waiting mouth. I tried to. No questions, no whipping. Mr. Szywicki told us kids to get dressed, again. We waited in the hall while he talked to Father and Sister with the door closed. Then he drove me and Lisa home and went off with Eddie. He didn’t say anything the whole time we were in the car.Nothing happened to Sister, either. Next day, we were all back in class as though nothing had happened, though she barely looked at us the whole last couple weeks of school.But Father Ransom disappeared. There was no.