I loved it.Her skirt fell back into place just as an elderly couple came into view. She glanced at me over her shoulder and gave me a wide-eyed smile ...hat said ‘that was a close one’. Her lips and teeth were blue from the slushie. “Did you blow a Smurf?” I laughed. The elderly woman scoffed as she passed us.“Would you be jealous if I did?” Aubrey asked, wiggling her tongue to show off the blue.“Only a lot.”“Papa Smurf really knows how to treat a lady, what can I say?”“Ew, he’s old.”“He aged. We needed heavier weapons. I wondered if there was an AR-15 in this car. Some officers had them. Since 9-11 it wasn't uncommon for even a patrol unit to have the civilian version of an M-16. I glanced inside the cop car I hid behind and all I saw was a riot shotgun. Another burst of fire raked the car and I huddled down atop Mistress.My heart thudded with fear and only my training was keeping me going. Mistress was huddled in a ball on the ground, covering her head with her arms. I wanted to. “Get your cock out. NOW!” she insisted. I’m not one to disappoint so I undone my belt, top button and unzipped my jeans reached in and pulled my throbbing out of my boxers.I felt a tight grip grab my cock and slowly rubbing it up and down. She leant back in to make out so I reached for her boob again and squeezed, I instantly felt my cock get squeezed it felt great. I managed to get my free hand back to playing with her hair and felt her tilt her head back in pleasure. The rubbing got faster. It was a Thursday night and there was a huge thunderstorm over our city, as we left the gym, running to his car, I tripped and fell head first into the gutter, I actually knocked myself out. When I came too we were in the shower room of our high school gym. Joel had taken me there, he said that he didn't know where else to take me. I was laying on the massage table with nothing on but my underwear, Joel said my clothes were drenched and he had threw them in the washer. I tried to stand and.