The dumb bitch posts incriminating photos and messages on Facebook! She doesn’t worry about Dad finding it, because he hates computers for anything ...eyond the things he has to do on them at work, but I had no trouble finding it, and she actually writes her user names, account information and passwords in a spiral notebook she leaves in a desk drawer under the computer. I hacked her email and Facebook accounts and copied all of her mail, photos, private messages and status updates that were. Then, for what I know would be the last time, it withdrew so just the head is in.I felt the head pulsing with the heartbeat of whoever its owner was. My saliva started running out and over my chin, and I envisioned a long string running down between my legs. I waited and in this short time, my body started to reply to the expert fingering it was getting. I was on a short fuse and could explode at any second. I was building for another grand climax. One for the Guinness book.Then all hell broke. That project caught the eye of an engineer from the local General Electric light military electronics department. He spent the better part of an hour as I described my system to him. He gave me his card and told me to contact him after I graduated from high school. He said he could put me right to work in their microwave department.It took a week to get through the finals and I am glad to say that not only did Jean and I pass but we got good enough grades to qualify for the National Honor. . Ran ... Oh my god ... Rann ... I’m, I’m so close ... fill me horsey – fill my pussy with horsey stuff ... fill my pussy ... fill it ... come on horsey, fill me ... fill me.”I busted loose inside her and came and came and came, while Carol kept bucking on me, she was having hers and she slowed down, “fill me ... fill me ... fill me, oh shit – that was real nice Randall, that was the best yet, and I know you can only get better ... and so will I.”My phone was ringing, so I reached over and.