As I shifted my feet I could feel my crotch dampening from the fantasy. Imagined bending to his ear and whispering what I wanted him to do to me, righ... that moment. Every sordid detail until he couldn't control himself and snapped, taking me hard. Fuck, I needed release.Reaching to the top of his head brought me closer to the chair. Close enough that my pussy brushed his elbow resting atop the armrest beneath the shapeless gown. A jolt of electricity arced through my body and I exhaled, almost. There wasn’t much Scotch left by the time I was ready to go to bed, so I topped it up with tap water and placed it exactly where it had been. The master criminal/detective, full of alcohol and incriminating evidence but clear-headed enough to cover his tracks. So it was Sunday morning and Mandy and Bradley would be in church (as would my parents, perish the thought). Mrs Hubert, who was disillusioned with religion and life itself, would be at home, working on the Sunday roast.I waited for my. Her group had a barn all to themselves. It was a large barn, with stalls for the animals and open areas. Denise scanned the barn as she entered, noticing the variety of animals--horses, donkeys, cows, sheep, pigs, goats. The man who was leading them and showing them to their new living quarters took one look at Romeo and scowled."We can't have dogs in here," he said. He was a big muscular farmer with a sunburned face and neck. "Dogs will spook the animals, maybe go after them." Not this dog,". ...Karen looked radiant and I looked forward to deflowering her ass, but first I planned to shoot a second load down my faggot's throat, figuring that would make my ass-fucking session with Karen last longer.Around ten, the thought of another blow job had me erect and I scanned the room for Eric. He was talking to our Principal while holding his girlfriend's hand. I walked over to them and Eric's face went ghostly white. Eric covered really well though, the first hints of the political.