You're so short. And you're not skinny. You're one of those stout folks who looks like a football come to life. An American football. But don't fret. ...As I said before, I'm anything but normal. And as I'm saying right now, my interests and desires are unconventional. Unconventional at best. I'm very much into you.We have class together. 6th grade math. We are not in 6th grade, we just have to take that class again and whatever it doesn't matter I'm in my mid early thirties and you are whatever. I could tell you needed to get to a large climax soon before you burst with energy. I sped up my fingers, fucking your ass and slapping the area around it with the rest of my hand at the same time. The little slaps sounded loud in the still night, and due to your wetness, they sounded slightly damp, like running barefoot on warm wet sand. As you started to climb towards your orgasm, more juice spurted from your pussy, wetting your thighs and hands. Not being one to waste, I licked along your. I responded professionally and slipped my hand inside his short to caress his manhood that was throbbing now. He pushed his hand inside my skirt and he slowly caressed my buttocks through my panties. When we broke away uncle ordered me to strip. I smiled and unbuttoned my blouse and slipped out of it. Now my firm brown breasts were confined inside a simple black bra. I unhooked it and slipped out of it. Then I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it too. Now I was standing in front of my uncle. I heard the keys to the jail and my heart jumped knowing paul had come to get me but when the officer came in and asked me to strip down i refused to do such a thing he told me once more but with more authority this time again i refused the the officer walked up to me and ripped the top of my shirt and told me i would strip one way or the other i was so scared that i agreed to strip off my clothes and did just that but when he tried to bend me over for a cavity search i had had enough and told.