“Every night when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn’t I just let him die who would’ve convicted my son? Black porn NO!!!” Sgt. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my face and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they’d slid against my pussy. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to close the book and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. If you look me over a thousand times you would never find anything normal about me. and Mrs. Day still in his full police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall.
