This bitch is in heat. I grab hold of your head mash my lips to yours. Your eyes open wide and you struggle against my grasp. Your fists hitting my ...houlders. When I release you, you stand there shocked for a moment, and then slap me across the face calling me an a****l. “Yeah, and that is just what you need.” I say. “An a****l.” Grabbing your head I pull you forward and kiss you again. Hard. Forcing my tongue into your mouth. I can feel you trying to push my tongue out. You hands are. That was one cold bitch."I nodded. I remembered that scene. It was one of the most unbelievably cruel two minutes I'd ever had the misfortune to watch. I think Cathy expected Wally to become one of Junior's minions and then she could hang with the "in" crowd. Wally hadn't been very vocal supporting me, but he was there. Cathy saw that as a betrayal of her goals and she blew up at lunch that next week. She told him in no uncertain terms that "his tiny prick and his tiny brain" were no longer. A few seconds later, he was able to tell that the noises had been made by approaching feet on the hard soil as well as that of small branches being broken. He immediately threw himself flat on the grass after reaching for his rifle. Soon he heard deep voices, but he couldn't really identify the language or even if they were male or female voices.He quietly remained hidden at a safe distance from the trail and while his heart was beating fast he congratulated himself for the precaution he had. She gasped and stopped breathing, like something was caught in her throat. Ginger pushed forward, but didnt make too much progress. He had to spit and stretch for ages, and she could feel every finger and every bit of saliva and she wanted to vomit. Finally, he put his cock back to her hole. This time he entered her. He pushed slowly, letting her feel every inch of his cock. There was ugly sobbing again as he did. Her little hands were tight around Blondes shirt, and she could only close her.