Pulling to the side of the road, I put the truck in Park and turned it off. I just broke down. Heaving racking sobs like I’ve never experienced befo...e. Damned if that little girl didn’t climb over the console into my lap and just held me and told me to cry. “Cry, Charlie, cry. Let it all out. It’s time to let go. Let me have it all. Just cry for me. When you feel better think of your love for them and cry again. I’m right here. I’m here for you darling boy, just cry.” And I did lay my head on. The best thing about the room i was in was there was mirrors infront of me and to the side of me so i could watch her arse in the mirror facing me as she sucked my cock as well as if i looked to the side and watch her suck my dick in the mirror aswell of course looking down at her.After what felt like 15 minutes of Amy sucking on my cock, she eventually kneeled on the bed and said how shall we fuck? we started in missionary, i made note of how much i liked that she left her hooker heels on. She did her best to ignore them.Every day Lydia would see her on the tv and couldn't help but tune in and watch in awe. The whole town was following along with the case. It was all she heard them talking about at work. The Widowmaker, as they called her. Her face was quickly becoming plastered on every magazine cover. Soon Lydia was taping her gorgeous face all over her room. Like it was 2003 and she was crushing all over Marilyn Manson and the girls of Kittie. She was just as obsessed as. .I looked forward to our next meeting. A month later at work, I started getting strange looks and groups of people seemed to be talking about me. I honestly had no idea what they were talking about until I found a crude drawing of me getting fucked in my locker. I wondered how they knew. I talked to Mike and asked if he had shared the pictures he took. Mike fell silent and said his now exboyfriend had taken the digital camera and posted them on a site with my name and address. I couldn't.