Thats because they had you in their classes. Dallas shot me a look but I kept a big grin on. Youre so mean to me. Anyway, you ever had bacon dip befor...? he asked. Uh, no. What is that? What you and I are gonna be eating for dinner. May I ask whats in it? I was kicking a rock back and forth as we walked but Dallas stole it. (I figured it had to be a dip, with bacon in it.) No. Your tastebuds will have orgasms. And, since you also have a winter birthday, I will make you a Chocolate Serial Killer.. Then her tongue reached for mine and the kissed turned very passionate while her hands touched my face, my shoulders and then down my body. She ran her hands down across my tummy and down my hip. She quietly whispered in my ear asking me if I was okay with all of this. I said "Yes, oh yes, please" and then told her " I love how your touch feels, don't stop." At this point, I was laying on my back, naked, and drew up my legs so my feet were flat on the bed. Isabella continued to caress my body.. He needed her closer.Beth had that moment… clarity…filth was here… recognition of a dirty old man moment…well you never can tell…have an idea …well test it….she opened her legs out …feet pointed out….skirt stretched…yellow panties visible in their flimsy barely camel toe covering delight…. and it was confirmed …one very randy dirty old Cardinal was on the other side of the desk…okay thought Beth…let’s see where it leads…She went around the edge of his desk and his hands directed her to sit on. Dad had convinced everybody the redneck was a kidnapper, or rather, "the" kidnapper. His daughters hadn't run away. No. They had been kidnapped by a lustful beast... Linda had killed him in self-defense, Dad told the journalists and photographers. There would be an investigation, Dad said, but he assured Linda that no charges would be filed.So typical of Dad... Linda's eyes meandered around the empty seats of the waiting room. She agonized over the fact that Jeannie was in coma, between life.