I take a seat next to him so I can just see the show without worry of being seen, and begin telling him everything...except the sexual encounter stuff. “I reckon she is trying to spin this as you attacking Laura instead of her.” He says sounding a little grumpy. “Perhaps you should stay here till they leave.” I shake my head. “They will be back one way or another, best just go talk to ‘em. I'm not armed and you have my gun so it won't be stolen if I get arrested for some bull shit charge.” “Which will probably happen.” He says taking another sip of coffee as we watch the fiasco. Laura comes out of the house now still bruised up, in her pajamas and a thick blanket draped around her shoulders. She began to argue with Shelia in front of the police. The officers move to split them up and question Laura, a female officer examining her wounds. “You know that hand isn't going to go in your favor,” Paul says pointing out my braced hand and the purple knuckles. “Yeah, I know...but I’m right handed officer,” I say in a mocking tone. Paul rolls his eyes and smirks. ...and that's pretty much how it went for the first ten minutes or so, Sheila’s story about my japanese handgun fell flat after some searching. Not until Laura’s and my statements corroborated one another. Thankfully now the one sitting in the back of a cop car... wasn’t me, but Sheila. Ironic really, I stood there for a bit watching a bit stunned I wasn't going to jail for a nutty charge. I wear an ear to ear grin at the curb as Sheila's “cab" turns left at the end of the street and out of site. I turn to look at Laura, she’s observing me through her squinting eyes, which glint in the humming street light. Noticing me, she clutches her blanket tighter around herself and walks into the house, letting the screen door slam shut behind her. I fish into my bag and retrieve something to smoke, but as soon as it touches my lips I find I'm just too damn tired to smoke it. I cross the yard and mount the steps. Once inside, I lock up once again and head to my room passing near Laura's room. Her light is still on and I stop. My dick grumbles but my stomach still feels sick for being rejected. I decide to let Schoolgirls my desire fade and return to my room. I open the door and close it behind me. The bed looks so alluring I just crawl on top of it; my clothes and boots still on. I reach over and flick on my heating pad since my room tends to get frigid at night… It does wonders, though it's not as good as a woman. I lay watching the shadows of the trees dance across my ceiling, and drift slowly to sleep. I begin to dream, one of those dreams that seem almost too real for words. I get the sensation of hands running up and down my legs asian gently tugging my boots free of my body. I hear the clattering of something metal and then feel a soft grip on my wrists. Ray and Lara sat across japanese from him at their table during the breakfast buffet. Ed kissed her open mouth and probed it with his tongue. She follows my lead, inserts her fingers into Becky's cunt and starts massaging her G spot. I was the one moaning now. Linda screamed. My hole got filled with 3 lots of male cum and asian I came 4 times before the orgy died down and people started swimming to the beach. He was pretty sure his limp dick moved. “No! N...no. I...I thought you would like it.” She unhooked her leash from the bed and scooted to the edge. “Baby. He didn’t expect Becca to notice, pull his cock Schoolgirls between Ricks legs in front of her face, take Rick’s cock out of her mouth and start jacking them both.