The more I thought about it the more unreal it seemed and highly unlikely it had any thing to do with me. Like I said good guys but a little dense som... times. The first night Darlene and I visited the cemetery was still a recurring thought and then the question mark on the car window some thing to mull over. "You coming in or just going to stand there all night?" Tonight David was being the gatekeeper. My room was stuffy so I opened the windows and had a cold shower crawled into bed and was. I returned to the room a few hours later, the obligatory socializing over for the night. Stripping off my clothes for sleep I looked out over the city once more. She was out there somewhere, behind one of those windows peering through her telescope to look for a new conquest. I opened up the laptop to unwind a little before sleep. I was sated but the right story might arouse me again. Abandoning a ‘true story’ involving three nuns that had seemed rather improbable I went to the home page in. His cock was quite erect, yet difficult to see as his fat belly protruded over his crotch."Betty, get your face in there and tongue out my ass, keep it wet or you'll be expelled. Then you'll never qualify for graduation and you'll be at Riverdale till you're sixty. Archie, suck me off like a ten-dollar whore."At the principal's orders, Betty buried her face into his ass cheeks to lick and suck with total commitment, and Archie wrapped her lips around his cock. The fat authority figure rocked. “I pulled back and rammed home again, feeling my testicles slap up against her spread lips. Fuck she was warm and tight. Just as a little slut should be. She totally deserved my cum in that sweet, tasty pussy. She had devolved into a soft sob now, I guess she was resigned to her fate. About time. I had a hand now crossing her chest and gripping the opposite shoulder. My other hand was massaging and rubbing her thigh and pelvis. Mmmm, tight, toned, supple and firm. She was fucking.