I went downstairs to make breakfast, and the girls went to shower. The girls and Mrs. Blanchard all came into the kitchen wearing robes. I put everyth...ing on the table and then sat down to eat. When we finished, Joyce and I quickly cleaned up and then we went upstairs to dress.At 8:45am we headed to the Noakes Funeral Home. I parked and Bill Noakes greeted us as he had the previous day. He and an assistant walked Kara and her mom to a black Lincoln. Joyce sat in the front and I sat in the back,. ‘No, this isn’t your fault, Kaylee, how could you think that?’ He crouched down in front of her. ‘A killer took her, he murdered her. It’s his fault, not yours.’ ‘But he left me that box, didn’t he? He broke into my car and left that box. He took her and killed her. He must be watching me. So it is my fault she’s dead.’ Tears slipped down her cheeks despite her best effort to stop them. ‘Listen to me, Kaylee. You didn’t do anything to attract him. This isn’t your fault. You’ve got to believe. I finally ended my teasing and softly licked the length of her, I stopped at her clit and gave a gentle suck.This time Sacha let out a powerful moan of pleasure, so I continued to gently suck her clit and play using my tongue on it at the same time. I rubbed two fingers up and down her before very slowly slipping them in. After a few minutes of this, Sacha pretty much grabbed my by the hair and was grinding right into me telling me she was cumming. I kept rubbing my fingers on her G-spot whilst. ”“Just a few seconds, Miss C,” DeShawn softly said with a smile. “We won’t take pictures or video or anything. C’mon, now…what’s the worst that can happen?”Becca pondered that last question. She is in school, she thought to herself. If the boys tried to do anything funny, she could just scream and a school official or some other students would see what was happening and report it to the principal, she figured.“No smartphones, right?” Becca asked.DeShawn’s eyes lit up. She was actually going to.