. . sonegatively of him. He'd always assumed he had their respect,perhaps even a bit of affection - like a child has for a teacheror parent who asks ...for nothing less than the child's best - likethe way he had always felt about Mother Lucia Theresa - but thatwas obviously a grave misconception on his part. Only one or twoof their comments could have been construed as teasing orintended just for fun. The rest had been just a shade abovenasty or even cruel.Unfortunately, the party had included. I played with her breasts and nipples for a long time. I squeezed, stroked, held them while toying with her nipples. My hand crossed the flat area of her belly. As I got lower, she spread her legs to give me access to what lie between them. I rubbed the outer area up and down until the lips spread open like a flower. I then, as slowly as possible, inserted one finger all the way into her pussy and just held it there. She pulled back again from our kiss. I could see that her eyes were glossy and. Now reading was something she had never done for pleasure. Some people did and some didn't, and she had always considered herself one of those that didn't. At first it wasn't that pleasurable. It was a novel, kind of a romance and kind of a mystery. She didn't think it was much fun but she tackled it like she did everything else he told her to do: the best she could.Without even realizing it something clicked about halfway through that first book. Suddenly the words stimulated her imagination. We both had pulled the large McDonalds paper bag filled with incendiary materials from the five gallon buckets.As I hit the 10 foot mark from the bus Jason exited the loading door to make an escape. Pow, pow with the blanks and Jason made the perfect gunshot victim falling to the ground. The sound of those two shots was the key for Vicky and Ching Lee to exit the rear of the bus for their getaway. I gave them an extra few seconds to get further away from the bus then pow - pow - pow, they.