Michael snapped open the beach towel he’d brought out with him and settled it over the chaise lounge. He loved the young Hannah Montana depicted on ...the front. Fucking more than slutty Miley Cyrus. Admittedly, she had matured somewhat from her appalling Bangerz days. He’d seen her naked all over the Internet. She had a sweet body.“What time is it?” he asked aloud. “Hey Siri, what time is it?”“It is 1:33 pm, Michael.”“Thanks, Siri,” he said. She didn’t answer this time. He gazed around the back. Not only the drugs were found, but after handcuffing and searching the young man, he also found an illegal switchblade knife, which had been stashed inside his sock, and had blood stains on it. There had been some stabbing incidents recently, and this could’ve been the weapon used. Deputy Mockery had been on the police force for a little over three years now, and though not much happened usually in these small towns around here, he had already seen more than his fair share of crime and death. The tingles ran throughout my body like being struck by lightening. My breathe became more often as she worked my breasts, she finally raised her head and creeped her hands down to my panties. Her palms messaged the inside of my upper legs, I couldn't wait any longer I need this. Finally her hand met my aching vagina, petting me through my panties, teasing me. I grab her hand and say 'please, please do it..'' Her face lit up and a grimace emerged. She grabbed the elastic of panties and pulled. .. Hell Mark has just broken down, he doesn't even try to fight them anymore." I rubbed the back of my neck, I mean what the hell was I supposed to do about this? "What do you want me to do? And who the hell are they exactly?" I asked as he looked at me with pleading eyes " Ash and Emily, Mark met them last week and well... that's where everything went down hill." I put a comforting hand on Kyle's back and told him I would think of something, but I had absolutely nothing.When we got back to.