They all agreed to try and keep the hanky panky to a minimum while at school so no one would think something was going on. Students looked at Mr. Knig...t in a mixture of awe and hatred. Some respected the man for what he did and by showing up the next day. Others, who were aligned with the thug, gossiped amongst themselves about what they should do next.What was definite was the classroom became quieter when the white teacher spoke. Not so much respectful, but he earned some cred that they at. "take off your clothes bitch" she looked at him like he was crazy "uhhh no i dont think so" she rolled her eyes "take your clothes off now or i'll take them off for you" she looked at him to see if he was serious ,he was. "i-i d dont want to " he laughed "bitch i dont care about what you want" she gave him a sad face "please dont make me,please josh" he looked away for a second then back at her "just do it or i will really hurt you"she started taking off her clothes and stood there naked in. I took this as a sign that she was enjoying my attention. I pulled mum'sbodyback against me and then reached around between her legs to undo my fly.Mum,pushed my hand away and I knocked the old man sitting next to us. Hestirredfrom his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. The first thing he saw wasmum's partedlegs with my hand inside her tiny, wet knickers. He watched intently as mum reacheddownand undid my shorts revealing my hard cock. It sprang up between herlegs andshe grasped it around the. Perhaps Fred Landry was hiding something from seven years ago. But what would that have to do with his daughterʼs death now? And what could elicit such violence?“Mr. Fred Landry?” she asked, standing at the door to the small seedy two room apartment.“Yeah, Iʼm Fred Landry. Who wants to know?” said the burly, unshaven man through the small crack in the door. Linda produced her badge.“Kiowa County Sheriff. Iʼm investigating your daughterʼs death.”“I donʼt know nothinʻ I ainʼt already told the.