They threaded the straps under his bolero and overhis shoulders so that the straps came together at the back and buttonedside by side onto the back of...the skirt. They watched him cringe withanguish. The little girl straps were so short. The pleats of the skirtwere no deeper than seven or eight inches and the skirt barely coveredthe top two inches of his shorts, so all his panty frills were on view."Turn," ordered Miss Presswell.He rotated on his high heels, his legs terribly bare, as if all. While she refastened the hooks of her sisters ruined bodice,trapping the unfamiliar breasts in place once again. Ashley ran herthin fingers through the long unkempt hair in an attempt to comb itout. After several minutes doing this, she felt it decent enough tocontinue.A slight noise behind her caused her to turn quickly, there coming outfrom the brush walked Emmett. His head bloodied, his look at her wasof seething anger. She measured the distance between the horse, thevile man, and herself in. " Vicky said "Would you care to prove it?" " I said "Sure." I was thinking that I was going to get a blowjob from the hottest lady in the group. Vicky said "We could get a room." I asked Laura if it would be ok. I told her she could come with us if she wanted to. She said she would wait for me. She said it would be ok. Robin said she wanted to go along. She said "I have got to see this." I thought, two women. I already had a hard on. We got to the room and Vicky came over to me and gave. " Son of a bitch," Will said. "They catch all three?" Yeah. Looks like the cashier cracked and ratted out his buddies. The cops figured he was in on it from the tape footage, and they told him he'd be looking at Murder One if Bob died. Told him it would be very smart to spill the beans and then get to plea-bargain with the DA in exchange. So he did." Ain't that a bitch," Will muttered. "A few years in Club Fed for a few hundred bucks and a few cartons of Marlboros. Crime pays, huh?" Not for.