"You were near the Sheriff's office last night around seven, correct?" Yancy asked."Yes sir, I was walkin' past the war memorial- the old cannon -when... I hear somebody holler 'Police!' Next thing I know, guns start going off and people start running for cover. I saw this guy with a short shotgun- the thing didn't have a stock -come running through the crowd right at me. I dove under the cannon. He ran on passed, seemed to be looking for something on the other side of the street. I lost sight of. Pushing the tight under garment down her thighs exposing herself to the cool air she moaned again at the sensation. Licking her lips Santana gripped the head of her "lil S" imagining that it was a certain tiny midgets mouth that was wrapped around her gripping and sucking on her cock. Moaning deeply as her free hand continued to play with her breasts, the brunette began to slowly move her hand up and down her cock."oooohhh..yeah...thats …." Santana hissed out in pleasure as her hips began to. How are you?”To be honest I have thought he was a goner as I haven’t heard from him since Tuesday. He did say he was busy this week, but I did not trust him telling the truth. As a rule of thumb I did not trust men in general anymore.But he surprised me now. I briefly told him about my FU week then we started talking about the only thing we really talk about: sex. I asked him how many wanks he'd had that morning and what did he wank to.He said only two and he does it watching porn and whilst. “My boys told me you’re a pretty good piano player. Are you able to play by ear or uh, do you need sheet music?” my mom asked.“I’m can do both,” Lynette said and shifted her body in preparation for sitting up beside me on the couch. “If I’ve heard a song a few times, I can usually picture the music in my head and go from there, but if given something new or out of my normal music, like when I accompany the choir, I rely on the sheet music. Do you play?”“I use to play a good bit, but I rarely.