Just like Laurie had been called for weeks and weeks.After the first week, Laurie had taken my advice. Gone to the police. Sheriff Roberts was a gruff... old man who'd had his job since Reagan was in the White House ... He told Laurie that she was just overdramatizing. Teenagers do that, he explained to her. "What you need is a boyfriend," he'd said. "Then you wouldn't have to make up things like this."It never would have happened that way if Laurie had come with me to DC, but her mom got custody. Once her boyfriend left I went to my neighbors front door and knocked.Cass answered, she was wearing those tight black leggings, and a pink sports bra!!! It took a second for me to remember why I was there!"Listen Cass, are your parents home"? She said no, they were out boating for the weekend."I know your young and carefree but when I stepped out to BBQ a few moments ago....THIS was sitting on my deck"!"I would appreciate if you'd be more thoughtful next time and refrain from throwing this. I groan out, the touch almost like a bite, I whimper out. I almost want to stop, but I’m too turned on. I don’t allow myself to stop, pushing further. I stroke it in and out, working it in a little more with each movement. When I feel as though I can finally slide it inside, I do. I push it until it’s fully inside me, the strokes increasing. I moan out, gripping the sheets with my free hand. I keep it there inside me, rolling my hips, allowing myself to adjust to this foreign object inside me.. However, Emma had told me before she left that a school friend had popped round for a discussion about their homework, and just as I began stroking my cock, I heard the buzzer sound in the apartment which told me that her friend had arrived. I froze the playback and went to the fridge for a beer. Might as well make myself comfortable for what I hoped was a sizzling part two to the evening. I hit the play button and watched as Emma got up to admit her friend into the apartment. Emma was dressed.