The dingy classroom reminded him of his old school days. The rickety desks and the smell of burnt offerings in the canteen brought memories flooding b...ack that were not wanted. At the front of the makeshift classroom stood a man in his fifties with the most irritating one tone voice he have ever heard. Dressed in black cargo pants and laced up para boots, the teacher must have been an army wannabe. With a pronounced limp on his right side, it was obvious he was never going to be more than a. Isn't that right David?"He looked at her fearfully but did not speak. He couldn't. His mouth wasgagged."David's also the lover of another dear friend of mine. Rachel Spencer.And I'm making this video for her so she'll be able to see first hand,and be able to know intimately what became of her poor dear Snookums.Although she will never get to this video I suspect. Because guess whatDavid." She asks him conspiratorially in a stage whisper. "You're goingto kill her!"David grunts and struggles,. Now, my lips again traveled kissingly across every wonderful inchof the her welted teenage bottom flesh, musing and nuzzling her in thefat underswell of her rear mounds. I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her girlflesh and kissed-kissed gentlyup and down her pussy, swiping my tongue between her pussy lips, tastingbecky, noticing her dampmness,until Becky is flinching her legs, and I can hear small gasps escapingfrom her lips. I spread her warm red bottom. Surely nobody could put the incidents together; of what strangers had been near the woman's house. He had gone to her house repeatedly at night, though; checking and listening.Her name was Gisele something. She had three children; one a very young girl of maybe 2 ½ years old; a couple of young boys in the range of 8 or so. Her husband was in the military, away for some time. She seemed to be German. An American soldier marries a german girl while he is stationed there? She is home all day;.