He was trying to be careful not to maketoo much noise, as he didn't know what might be prowling around in thedark.Nearing a spot, that looked like it ...as a small clearing, he heardseveral female voices.He thought he recognized a few from school. He decided to try to get acloser look."It is nearly time for the master to make his appearance. Is everythingready for the High Mass?"Yes, look the master arises."Chris looked and saw smoke rising from the ground and as it was rising itwas starting to. Brown park his car in the driveway next to ours. He got out and grabbed two bags of groceries out of the back.“Hi, Sandy,” he called.“Hi, Mr. Brown,” I said, adding a cough. He and my parents were tight and I didn’t want him to squeal on me.“What are you doing outside?”“I.. I.. I’m getting some fresh air.”He began to walk to his door but stopped half way. Turning around he said, “Are you sick?”“Just the flu, nothing to worry about.”“And your parents?”“Gone to see my uncle.”“Mm, okay, you better. Just throw the poor bastard under the bus and raise suspicions about him, even though he appears to have an alibi. Now everyone will wonder if he did it, and if he didn’t… how the hell does he get his reputation back, since I doubt ‘Channel Two News’ is going to do a damn thing to redeem him… Have I mentioned that I am anything but a fan of the Press? Bettina was not finished. ‘Although stretched by a shortage of Detective manpower, the MCD’s recently promoted Lieutenant, Donald–‘ Yeah, butter. With her legs spread so widely, it was inconceivable that neither the camera nor Pete was still deprived!Shocked, Polly slapped her inexacting hand on my thigh where my shorts ended. She leaned into me, nose in my ear, warm breath melting me, and whispered, “Is ... is she wearing panties? I uhh...” She squeezed my leg and felt my hardness advance and assault her hand. She released then gripped my thigh again, this time high enough to smother my cock below my helm. My eyes closed and a low moan.