'I'msure it was James Jordan,' Helen yawned, almost knocking over the teacupbeside her elbow. 'We are talkingabout For Whomthe Bell Tolls ?' 'O...course we are, Catherine,' Helen said, an irritable tone creeping into herhaughty voice. 'Thenyou are wrong.' I took a calm sip of my tea, watching her from the cornerof my eye. 'No,you are wrong, quite wrong, it was definitely Roger Jones. You can be wrongsometimes, Catherine.' 'Notwhen it comes to Hemingway. Robert Jordan.' 'Rubbish,I know. Kassi went over to her friend Mandy's and told her what she had found out. The two of them then schemed a plan together, to catch Tim redhanded, and have something to hold over his head! She went home and waited for the time she thought Tim would sneak into her room. She assumed the only time Tim could steal her gitch was when her mom worked night shift, not getting home until almost 9am, and she was at school. She waited almost a week for her mom to go back on nights and then put their plan. At first it hurts, even as wet as you are, but you stop caring about that as you can feel yourself about to come. You hear me laughing at you as you do, but it sounds far away, all that exists for you is the hot, hard thing tearing you open, making you ache deep inside. You scream as the orgasm happens, and I pound you harder and harder, letting you cum all over my big dick... Then the shame sets in again. "Did you like that, slut?" Hmm..?" "Did you?"I'm standing behind you, dick halfway in,. Finishing the ice cream he got up and said this wouldn’t get the gardening finished, he went to work but he stayed close to where I was sitting, but he had to move away as he worked around the boarder, I wanted to give him a good sight so I asked if I could put the sun bed on the lawn “Of course you can” I picked it up and went down the garden, then stretched out, as daddy came nearer I slowly pulled my feet up and opened my legs, until when he was directly in front of me, he could see my pussy.