You all take care."The knowing glances at the table spoke more volumes then Phil or Juan were ever to know.Tuesday AfternoonIt had been a rough mornin... for Charlene. The US District Attorney had been polite but coldly hostile in their questioning of Charlene about the particulars of the Findley case, and the absence of her deputy prosecutor. While not directly saying that Charlene was shielding Colleen from being in court, the implication was pretty significant. When the session broke at noon,. My morning hardon became a steel bar. I ran to the bathroom and made as much noise as I could hoping to wake her up. I did."The bathroom's yours," I called out and slipped into the kitchen to make some coffee. As the coffee brewed I stepped out into the sweet air to grab the paper from the mailbox. Standing in the driveway, I watched the sheriff's car pull in from the wrong direction.I've known Sheriff Taylor since I was a kid, but my bowels still tightened up a little when I approached his. He reached out and shook my hand. I smiled shyly as I listened to his instructions concerning where and when the first meeting would be. ‘I trust you know Tim,’ Father Ostertag said on the first day of our new meeting. ‘Yes,’ I said. I was quite excited. Tim was a senior and he was very cool. He had befriended me in study hall and I loved listening to him when he would talk about philosophy and theology. ‘It’s good to see you,’ Tim said as he reached for my hand. ‘You too,’ I said. ‘ I didn’t. She looks breath taking as a trail of her juices begins to trickle down the inside of her legs. “Are you wet girl?” “Ohhhhh…Oh my word yes! I haven’t been this wet in forever!” the trembling woman nods. “Hmmmmm, yes you are!” the young woman responds as she quickly drops to her knees. Soon she draws her tongue from just above the knee all the way up her inner thigh, taking in her clear nectar as she goes. Before reaching Katie’s glistening folds she pulls at her wrist and removes her fingers..