My hired private-detective had tapped into Jenni’s families’ phone line. Free Porn “John Wilson.”
“Jenni Lane.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked. I followed her, until I was sure she was going to the mall. Oh squirt me, squirt me, goo me!” Well I certainly did squirt her, and with a lot of goo, all my dreams coming true. And then she noticed. Her shoulders, small delicate and tan, sporting about a dozen little freckles, were beginning to sweat as she eagerly pleased my cock. “And I will still be in prison when you graduate from college. Make that tons of money, and was bored out of my mind, my life empty, except for this plan, and Jenni. Later, when she finally found the wedge of watermelon in the igloo cooler, and bit into it, not noticing the flavor of the sleeping drug, I tried to keep very close track of time in my head.
