"Capitallia's police often don't wear body armor because there is so little crime here. This isn't the United States of America. When they do wear bod... armor, it is light and only covers part of the torso. A squirt or two from a submachine gun may not penetrate the armor, but pistol bullets can sure penetrate flesh that isn't covered by armor. Your 6.5mm will punch through old-fashioned Kevlar body armor--the modern stuff is stiff composite plates." Hank, dear," Joan gently reminded, "you are. All I remember are successive teachers shouting out "Pay Attention Noel," their pleas falling on majorly distracted ears. When the final bell sounded at 4.10 p.m. darkness had fallen and I walked Marion to her bus stop, pointing out on the way my own home, not so very distant. I asked if she would like to come over at the weekend maybe. Her reply of "I'll have to ask my dad," was all I needed to hear. Obviously she wanted to. In contrast to the laissez-faire if not fully unhinged social. Flynn listened to Molly read aloud a very naughty little tale, something about a couple screwing in the laundry room. He grinned. As if her telling racy stories wasn’t enough, sex against a washing machine was a personal fantasy of his.With the image from their first meeting in the apartment’s laundry room ingrained in his head, he easily withdrew deeper into his daydream as Molly’s impromptu storytime weaved its magic. He pictured himself hoisting her onto the rumbling washing machine, digging. I had forgotten what it was like at that age, but I gently sucked on his cockhead for about 30 seconds, and when I first slid my lips down his shaft, the second it entered my throat and came back out again, he groaned, and began shooting his load into my mouth.His cum was really thick, and salty sweet, and my mouth began filling up as his goo kept flowing onto my tongue. As he was finishing I looked up into his eyes and gulped most of it down with him watching me. I drained the last drops out.