Because that someone is destroying young lives, and I want him stopped." I sighed. "Okay, I'll back off and leave this to the professionals like you a...nd Sheriff Ken and his deputies." I stood up. Then an unrelated question came to mind. "On another subject, Tom, what do you know about Larry Foreman's home life?"Tom snorted. "What home life? The whereabouts of his father is unknown. He lives with his mother. She's a drunk. He takes care of her the best he can. They're on welfare, and he works. “Damn you have a fucking tight pussy,” he said through gritted teeth as he drove his cock deep into me. He grabbed my ass cheek with his left hand and squeezed—hard. My breasts slid against the grain of the table as he drove into me over and over, and my nipples began to get raw. The pain set in, and I clenched my jaw, wanting to scream out but I knew that doing so would only bring the knife back into the picture. My life may not have been perfect, but dying this way was not something I was. She can still feel the stranger's hands on her body, his cock in her pussy. If she thinks about it, her pussy spasms a little with remembered sensation, and she feels herself growing wet. She tries not to think about it, because she isn't wearing panties, and she doesn't want to get the crotch of her jeans wet. But thinking about her wet cunt is much more preferable than listening to the grating country music.She wanders upstairs where the music is less prevalent, and she leans against the. Me: hello hai daVivek: sry da, for the yesterday happeningMe: its ok daVivek: you come to my home at 9 da.Me: y da.Vivek: you come here. I will sayI got freshen up and take my breakfast and go to his house. They were one of the better in our village. There had good house and compound walls. Behind the house its full of there land mostly covered with coconut plants. I switched the calling bell. He come and open the door.Me: hai da.Vivek: haiMe: ( we get into there house) y did you call.Vivek:.