By the time she reached us, I had let go of his hand and moved away with a furious look on my face. Long story short, he was taken to the ER by his fr...ends to get his hand taken care of. I’m sure they called his parents, since he is a minor, like me, and they cannot do anything without their approval. I was questioned about what happened and was then asked to leave. Apparently, violence, even in self-defense, is not permitted.I went home and called my mother at work to let her know what. Once, in the back of my car, I had my cock under the chest strap of her bra, fucking her mellons, and she wanted to please me so much, she moaned with her mouth wide open, and the pressure caused by the bra strap caused me to fire at least half of it into her open mouth. The rest went into her hair. She was blonde and pretty, with Shirly Temple type curly hair, and that's where the rest of it landed. She wasn't happy. I was!Anyway, I digress...Not sure where you live, but where I live, tits. I wondered, was she going to join me for the performance. Surely not.We reached the place and Adrian met us. “I am expected several clients today. Some just want to see the dogs perform before buying them and some just want to look. He took us into the house and we had a coffee while he told us the day’s events. “I have a small barn set up that is usually used for people to bring their bitches to be impregnated” he exclaimed “of course it is also used for your show today. There is a small room. Maybe God was already getting Linda out of uncomfortable situations. Linda squeezed the cross tightly in her left hand. Thank you, Jesus.In a small, windowless room behind the high school gym, Mark and Donna Farmer interviewed members of the senior class. The first two interviews, one girl and one boy, were of no interest to the investigators. The third would prove more exciting.“What is your name and age, young man?” Mark jotted notes down on a pad of paper. They were seated at a rectangular.