I then started to shoot my load in her mouth. I shot so hard and so much she started to choke on cum and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her dry hea...ing for a few minuets in the bathroom. She came out and told her I was sorry and I would make it up to her. She said it was okay, just it was so much and went so far down her throat. I then had her lay on her back so I could suck on her pussy. I got down between her legs and could see her thick pussy hairs were so wet already. I took my hand and. It’s not going to work if she knows what’s going on.Ping, ping, ping. They’re almost here.Laptop, broadcast dish, cameras and monitor. Check, check, check. If this works, I’ll have at least a couple of hours of footage to play with. I’m hoping at least two of the cameras get good angles.First the birds go silent. Then the pounding of running feet, first hers, then the trot of her companion’s. Then the breathing—hers and his. Hers is faster than normal—she must be sprinting. Fantastic. She’ll be. " fuck Bob are you shitting " she screamed as she collapsed on the soaked coach. Bob looked at Tina as she tried despreatly to breath during in imaginable pain as Bob decided to add to the mix turning Stone as the last of his shut covered Tina's face and hair sorta like poop frosting on vomit cake. Tina was dead inside she didn't v even scream as her father forced yet another ingredient onto the abuse cake shitting all over Tina's head. " Oh Tina " Lynda panted as she whipped the vomited from. As my sister and I walked home she did her best to lift me out of my gloom by saying that there were many far more interesting groups of people.I was no stranger to Sunday service and my nephew Richard was in the choir. He had a lovely voice and would often sing solo. Although he was a quiet sort of boy he was a patrol leader in the local scout group.Once a year the scouts had what they called bob a job week. What it meant was going around the locality, knocking on doors, and asking if any jobs.