But instead I entered another bar, had my cup oftea, and went to the restrooms to wash my face. I brushed my hair with myfingers, brushed my teeth and...carefully washed me up until I could hidethe disastrous appearance I had got after such a demented trip.And then I went back to the newspaper. I didn't dare to enter the officeagain, so I just waited, hoping to see Harry leaving the building. I didsee many people leaving in the next hour, and I started thinking thatmaybe he wasn't even there, but. After searching for almost half an hour, I suddenly panicked when I remembered it was probally in my pocket book that I had lost the week before. Jake started shouting that I had to pay now and he wouldn't even consider coming back for a check tomorrow or have me mail them a check. Even John said it was company policy to be paid at the time of the repair was done. I sat on the basement steps and feeling like the world was collapsing around me, I started to cry. Jake kept calling me "dame" and. "It was my son Greg and his dog who stopped the guy. They make a pretty good team." He grinned with pride at his son.Greg began to get embarrassed. "Aw, I just didn't want Dog here to get hurt. And it was our money that guy was trying to take."A reporter for the local paper, The Norse Gazette, showed up and began asking questions and generally made a nuisance of herself. With no warning, the reporter was shoved aside and Peg Milton rushed up to them. "Greg, Dog, Steve. Are you all okay? I was. Aron didn’t hesitate to get past my black lingerie and into my sensitive, virgin pussy. ‘Ah!’ I moaned over and over. His finger, now fingers, thrusted into me. I could only cringe up in pleasure. ‘I have always wanted to fuck you Sarah.’ Aron admitted. He stopped finger fucking my pussy. He got on top of me and started dry fucking me. My pussy was already wet and craving for Aron to be in me. I began to climax. He was hard and it felt so good on my erect clit. I couldn’t breathe. The desire.