**** Students smelled it. It smelled of children, it smelled of secrets, it smelled of pacts, of lonely deaths. One by one by one the students died in...spring of ’73. ‘Cherylyn died, now it’s my turn,’ the notes said, as the brightest and best followed: a suicide club, membership: seven. They didn’t know why, none of the kids knew. **** The people complained to the elders. Their eyes and noses burned from the dust and smoke from the foothills where the white man dug. They felt the land rumble. "Oh my God, That's not your fingers, what is that?" She asked while lifting her hips to meet my thrusts.I stopped sucking her clit just long enough to answer, "It's a hot dog" and went right back to what I was doing.She said something I have always wanted her to say. "Oh yes, fuck me with that hot dog."That's just what I did, I fucked the shit out of her with that hot dog. I moved out of the way so she could see me slamming that round piece of meat in and out of her hole in the mirror I had. "what kind of proof do you need?"We ended up going down this side road and about half way she say "the proof I need is for you to sit down in this doorway and suck me till I'm hard." Sure let do it" If this was her cop test it was not very original I had an escort in Indiana ask me to do the say thing, if I was a cop and did what she asked it's entrapment, plus now she was holding my dick as it was getting hard, I smiled and said "Just don't cum in my mouth in public"As I was sucking her I. Marla would start nibbling on her ear as she slowly dragged her fingertips up Sharon’s leg to her thigh. Then Marla would trace little circles on her small thighs as she made her way into her moist area, rubbing her engorged clit until she came in waves. Sharon moaned deeply as she dragged her fingertips along her inner thigh, thinking of all the dirty things Marla could do to her. The more she thought about Marla, the wetter she became and could not take the teasing anymore. She gently rubbed.