”I groaned a bit and sipped my water. I think my headache was intensifying.“Which one?” I asked, dreading the answer I knew was coming.“Statu...tory Rape.”My headache was definitely getting worse. I swallowed more water to keep from scroaning. “Lemme explain sheriff....”The big man held up a hand. “Hold your horses son. I'm feeling a mite hungry. I hate working on an empty stomach. You think you could eat?”I was suddenly ravenous. “Sure.”“Well come on then. Just remember, you try to run. He lay back and luxuriated in being serviced, the black hair in his armpits sending shivers of lust through me."On the bed," he said suddenly, and we tumbled onto the soft mattress, kissing and holding each other's dick. He manoeuvred himself on top and I loved the bulk of him. He squeezed his thighs between mine and I felt his cock probing around the place. My hands wandered his shoulders and back and then I was squeezing Lewis's buttocks and pulling them apart and all my fingers were lodged. As it turned out, Kimmy and her parents lived just a couple of blocks away from Donna, in one of the fancy townhouses on the south side of town. It only took Emily a couple of minutes to drive over there ... and by the time she’d arrived, Emily was absently taking off her new headphones, still happily humming as she carefully tucked them away in the glove compartment for safekeeping. She still didn’t know Kimmy all that well – she knew the petite, skinny little brunette was a freshman, sort of. The preacher man was married and he kept his hands to himself not at all like the previous backwoods preacher that never failed to yank down a girl’s panties to see if she was staying on the straight and narrow. He usually didn’t do anything except spank the naughty girls and massage the good girls to reward them for being properly behaved. I generally got the massage because I kept a good exterior image of being a “good” girl even if I was humping like a cat on a hot tin roof with my cousins.