‘Who fired that shot?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Tim said, ‘but I think whoever it was shot the gun out of Billingham’s hand.’ He got up and, ho...lding his gun in front of him, joined the other deputies and patrolmen who were advancing carefully toward Rod’s truck. Rod, clutching his bleeding hand and sobbing, sat there as the door of his truck was jerked open. He felt himself being pulled out of the truck and the next thing he knew, his face was pressed against the pavement and men were holding him down,. She froze. I sensed dread spreading through her. She knew I was displeased. Not angry. I was disappointed.I tried to focus on that disappointment and project it to her. She gasped as I succeeded, then she dissolved into a sobbing heap. I was aware of Janey outside the door, listening. I tried to send her a reassurance that it was OK. I would not hurt her Mom. I was surprised to feel her calm down.I let Sally stay down. I did not try to comfort her as I had her daughter. I did relax the. She kneaded my buttocks, kissed my neck, then squatted and took my cock into her mouth. Moving her head rhythmically she was bringing me great pleasure. Her hand was caressing her clit… I felt I was near my climax and pressed her head to me, penetrating her throat. She choked trying to tear away from me but I didn’t release her until we both had a huge orgasm. She was on her knees embracing my legs and making incoherent sounds. Her eyes were closed and she was still enjoying the moment.I. That was Tiny, he seldom made any waves. My dad turned the conversational topic to Donna."Are you getting any of that, Jimmy? What do you think Tiny, is he tapping that sweet little girl or not?" Tiny didn't say anything. "Well, are you?" I just looked at him. Finally, I said something to him."You think ma's going to be pissed at you for long over that broken glass thing." No, she knows that I was only kidding around. Tiny, how many times have you seen me goose somebody, fifty or more times.