"I've got a daughter of my own, she's thirteen. Are you going to fly out to Reno and sniff her out next?" Of course not," Wiley was beginning to sober...up and he was feeling more uneasy the more sober he became."How can I be sure?" Collins asked.Wiley swallowed, "Why are you here anyway? What happened with Angel happened a long time ago. She seduced me, and now she's crying rape."Batista tightened his jaw and looked over at Collins who knew instantly that Batista was at a breaking point. "Do you. He looked like he could shove it all the way in past where the pussy stops without being able to touch both sides at once. The other one couldn’t have been more than six inches long, if that, but the damn thing was fat as hell. Looked like a tuna can.“I told you we had to be going. I’ve got to get them back home. If we’re running too late their parents might think something happened to us and send the cops out looking. I appreciate your compliments on my cocksucking skills but we’ve really got. I drove home passing McKay's condo. The lights were on and the blinds were open. I'm sure he's cleaning up before I come over. Just a few more miles til I get home to break up with Brian. I'm not going to be mean about it, but he needs to understand I need a man who will be able to supply for me.I pulled my bags through the patio door and heard noises coming from the familyroom. When I rounded the corner, I seen Brian fucking his ex girlfriend Stacy. His dick was in her ass and she was. Many of the girls would come to the academy with “bad girl” panties on under their uniforms. These would be of some color, cut, or another attribute (laciness was popular) that completely violated the school’s sartorial rules.There was some exciting risk to this because sometimes the nuns would conduct random “panty-checks” of their young charges. Any girl caught with improper underwear had to immediately report to the “paddle room” for corporal punishment. The nuns would beat them, first on.