" Not under the law it's not. You can't fuck 'em till they're eighteen, no matter what God says. Them's the rules, Jack." Shit, Connie, you're in way ...ver your head with this shit."Connie became serious, saying, "I know, Roy, but I've come this far and I want to go farther. She's going to get scarfed up by John and Dr. Jacob anyway. Bob is no worse than they are and he shows a hell of a lot more common sense and concern for their welfare--physical and mental. At least, if they don't like what. “ she said pulling the duvet back.I groaned as she lowered her head. She licked and sucked and held my cock firmly as her hand moved up and down. “He’s asked to see me again after we get back,” she said softly withdrawing her lips from me.”He is serious about wanting to meet up again and quite quickly too.”“I know. He mentioned it to me last night too.” I gasped.“You don’t mind do you?” she asked. “I am going to miss his cock very much when we leave here and I have also developed an insatiable. We need to plan….if we’re going to get her we need to work out how….’ ‘I know how I’m going to do it…I’m going over to the lab, it’s where he’ll be at that time of the day….and kill him.’ ‘I don’t know if I have time to get hold of some guns….’ ‘If you can’t, get me a good knife….after I’m out, you guys go down to Brighton and get away….I’m doing this by myself.’ ‘Don’t be crazy….you’ll need more than just you to get into the lab and get him….I’m coming with….’ ‘Don’t you be crazy….you have. I am divorced, sixty years old, five foot six inches tall, one hundred forty-five pounds with a small and skinny penis. My wife left me for bigger cocked men. She said I wasn’t man enough for her. She was right: I am a sissy who dresses up in female clothing and likes to service real men.The doorbell sounded, right on time.“Hi Gary, and you must be Vern,” my squeaky voice nervously said.“Come on in and let’s get comfortable,” I finally exclaimed.I led them to the playroom downstairs and.