On those occasions I would go out and lock the gate from my side. Then I would take as many pictures as I could of her on the ground. Of course I woul... lift her blouse or unbutton it and expose her tits too. I would search her pockets for her identification and photograph that too. I liked to know who they were and where they lived. Usually I put her back together and opened the gate again so that her friends could come back and retrieve her later.Some of the older women got a little different. My breasts are hanging out of my tank top and they jiggle freely with the momentum of your movements as I lurch forward. You squeeze both cheeks in your hands, roughly splaying them apart and preventing me from squirming away. You make me feel like a helpless doll in your grip as I brace myself, absorbing the impact of each vicious thrust as the gaping tear in my boyshorts continues to widen inch by inch. “I’m really going to own this ass by the time I’m done with you,” you grunt. It’s too. Cook tells me. "So can you tell us why you came here and didn'tgo home?" I'm still scared to face my parents after this morning, strike that I'mterrified. I was so angry and so upset, I don't know if they can everforgive me for what I did," I say my voice starting to crack."Sweetie, when she called she told us you had a major incident, but shewas trying not to say too much. I ended up telling her that we kneweverything, about what had happened at school and then here later,"Seeing the surprised. "Or Raphael..or Donatello...one of them mutant turtles." Regardless, she wants you back." Angrily, she turned, her mop flinging dirty, soapy water from my head to toe, causing me to slip to the floor, writhing in the filth, screaming, "She slimed me!"Then, on a pop culture roll, stumbling to my feet, I surveyed the watery mess splashing through the hallway like a white trash wave pool and declared, "This was NO boating accident!"Slip sliding my way to Eleanor, I continued, "I know you two.