I knew that American cops were the type to shoot a black man just because it’s Monday. They’re even worse than Canadian police, who are notorious ...for mistreating minorities. I ran out of there, and went back to the now closed YMCA to hide. I hid there until nightfall, and came back when my uncle Lowell came home from work. I explained to him what happened, and he told me he’d talk to my aunt. I was scared of going back into that house, man. After this incident, I decided that I would find out. While I fondled them my mouth took control of her increasingly wet pussy and within minutes she was getting off. She started pushing her hips up grabbing my head to keep it tight against her .She was crying yes over and over throughout each small orgasm from my tongue playing inside her.I could feel her pussy squeezing my tongue and pulsating while more of her juices flowed into my mouth. It was awesome to hear her moaning and rotating her hips as her cum drained out from within her. Finally. Any guy is going to expect you to know how to french kiss. You don't want to embarrass yourself tomorrow night.” “I guess,” Claire said, yet unconvinced, “but it isn't my fault I've been going to an all girls school for 8 years. He knows my situation. He knows I just moved to town last week. He won't hold it against me.” “Trust me Claire, boys don't know shit.” “Such language, Eva!” Claire grinned. “Does your mother let you talk like that?” “No,” Eva replied, a wry smile breaking on her lips,. Then Hannah and I calmly walked through the front door and announced, “US marshals, you are under arrest for kidnapping.”Before I could utter another word, the four women burst into tears, one of them wailing, “Oh no! It wasn’t supposed to be you. Everything’s ruined.”It wasn’t my proudest moment. Totally at a loss for words, I stood with my mouth hanging open, watching the men trying to comfort the weeping women while leaking tears themselves.Hannah reacted, stepped forward, and demanded,.