"I'm right with you, doll," Frank said boozily. "We'll make this a night li'l Miss Goody Two-Shoes'll never forget."
"That's right," I called down to the struggling girl, "it's going to take more than Nancy Drew to get you out of this pickle."
"Okay, now," Frank brought the conversation back to the details of the conspiracy, "whatta we gonna do nex'?" He slurred in a drunken growl that resembled a drawling bear.
"You get out of her p***y and into her asshole," I efficiently stated. "I'm dying to get started on that bloody little cunt."
"Gonna f**k it?" he lurched in wonder.
"Later, if the plumber's-helper is handy," I cracked, "but right now I just want to get my tongue inside that tight, wet teenage box."
He was out of her with a loud slurping pop. With his c**k free, he stopped for
