Most of the fishing boats were still out for the day, and only a few remained in dock. Dallo reached the first corner, and Katrin worried she’d lose...him in the maze of the docks.“Dallo!” she shouted. “Jump!” She put all the force of her bardic magic behind it. It had worked before without singing or playing. Maybe it would again.Instead of taking the corner, he ran right off the end of the pier, landing in the harbor with a splash.She jogged after him and peered over the edge. He’d grabbed hold. ”Abby’s face darkened into a deep flush but she showed no other emotion, simply assessing Colette’s eyes as if she were playing poker.“I have to confess my curiosity when I saw that one of the packages in the bag was unsealed Abby ... and its contents had been stuffed back inside rather than being folded neatly like the other days of the week.”With a look of defiance, Abby thought what right does she have to go through my things.The cat was out of the bag. In for a penny in for a pound Colette. The second man was spreading Gail’s thighs apart, and ripped off her panties. His prick already throbbing and dripping precum, he pressed his cockhead at her wet and distended pussyslit.“I’m gonna give you a fucking you won’t forget,” the man said. “I’m gonna fuck your creamy, white ass off!”He rammed his cock against her bare cunt, and Sandra watched as her mother’s ass arched up, as he fucked in deep. Her mother gave a strangled cry around the cock in her mouth, as the other thick cock. I looked at my schedule- psychology- gym- lunch- choir- French and history left.Maybe they’ll have those peanut butter and chocolate squares. Other than that. Hell, I took French in college, still can’t speak a word, though my wife says I sometimes talk in my sleep, in French, when I’m stressed. At least I could read it. I only took it back then because I thought it sounded sexy. Like that would be my way to meet girls.I felt someone standing next to me before I saw her. The coach of the cheer.