Dumb bastard. I turned back to the girl and she was crying and shit, so I got the knife and pried her eyes out. Show her to have fucking tears again. ...y that time, i heard police sirens everywhere, so I knew they were here. I ran out the dor, down the hall, and was then tackled by 4 fucking cops. Damn pigs. They drug me to their pig cop car and threw me in. They drove me to the police station and put me in a cell with some huge fucking big gay black guy. The mother fucker looks at me and. . well... rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem exam next Friday, or why in the world the theater club had. Betty Tomkins was the type of lady that would turn any man’s eye. Standing about 5 foot four and having a model-like hard body, Betty always dressed in style, whether it was designer sweats or a work outfit. Betty knew what guys liked to see. Her most attractive feature, besides her bubble butt, and long blonde hair, was her engaging smile. Usually, the only time I would see Betty would be when she would drive up from work, park her shiny sports car in the drive and trek out to the mailbox at. A thin runnel of milt traversed the slick underside of Arran’s cockstem. It travelled slowly, inexorably, gathering upon the jellied thickness of harness at its base. Mesmerised, smile fading, a dew like droplet splashed upon her upturned face.“You cannot spill yet…Resist a little while longer and you shall have your reward.”Chloe-Rachel felt the warm breath and nuzzle of lips at her ear.“Perfect…Perfect…” Purred Frau Schwester Mariel Weitz.“…The Frau Colonel Chloe is an exceptionally talented.