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Morgantown district 2nd precinct 03-17-2019 Officer A C Farnell and Officer P B Collins report Officer A C Farnell On the 22nd February at 13.27h officer Collins and I were returning from duty at the Morgantown v Hungerton soccer match when we received Hardcore a call from central. There had been a second call made that week by a concerned resident that there may be a problem with one of her neighbours, a man who lived in a flat above the resident. She had asked if there was anyone who could call to her property and explain a strange new mark upon her ceiling and enquire if the man living above was still ok. The lady explained that she could not climb the flight of stairs to the man’s property but that she had been given a spare key by the man in case of emergencies. At around 13.40h our vehicle pulled into a parking space opposite the aforementioned ladies property, we were unable to park in the properties designated parking spaces as a large motor home was parked across many of the bays. On exiting the vehicle we were approached by several local residents each wanting to vent their frustration at the length of time the motor home had been parked there. In all the vehicle had been left there for four days and the young lady who owned the vehicle had not returned to remove it. Upon arrival at the original resident’s property, a Mrs Lanscome, we both commented to each other (Officer Collins and I) that there was music playing from the upstairs property and the curtains were still drawn. We knocked the door. A little old lady answered blowjob the door and proceeded to invite us in; I would approximate her age to be somewhere around eighty five to ninety years of age. We were offered rough seating as Mrs Lanscome gave us a brief deion of the resident who lived above her. A white male around teen thirty five to forty years of age who lived alone, though Mrs Lanscome did comment that she saw the resident arriving four days previous with a very attractive looking young woman. The music that we had heard playing from the outside could be heard at a low volume in the ladies living room and she informed us that this had been playing non-stop now since she had seen the young lady and the resident entering the property. The lady then directed us to her bedroom as she wanted to show us the strange new mark upon her ceiling. A large red stain had pooled in the centre of her ceiling that looked ominously similar to blood, nothing as of yet dripped to the floor. Officer Collins nodded his agreement as I speculated that it may be blood. We took anal our leave of Mrs Lanscome and began to climb the stairs to what we found out to be Mr John Hillman’s flat. We knocked several times on the door to no answer. I would have assumed the other boys would be jealous of him. "Wake her up, then give her another good hard fucking, and then you can use the electro-shock and have some real fun with her before we take her to camp so that ALL of the men can fuck her holes until they tire of her." She’s able to mention anal it so rough casually, the universe’s cruelest and most-watched sport. This didn't last too long, because I teen heard him set his beer down and felt both of his hands on my head, guiding me back up to his cock. Then her eyes fell on his shorts. But I don't do porn I do modeling. "That little Mexican tease," Karen mumbled to herself. At least that’s what we’ve been told. It was driving me crazy. Outside seemed like a dry blowjob desert, a huge expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. I looked at Fran…she was staring intently. That confused me even more. I asked mom as she sat in the kitchen pulling on the end of a cigarette. I knew she had been dating Kevin for over two years, I had met him several times when we got together. Dylan laughed and continued, My husband loved them. If he found out I was saddling my own horse, there Hardcore would be questions. “Not something I should I ask?” Any girl that went out with him said the same thing. I own you from this moment on. “Eight o’clock.” She rolled upright, searching for her dress in the tangle of bodies, “C’mon, Elena, Patricia; we’ve got a war to plan.”