“Well, fuck me! Miss Piggy that was bloody awesome,” she said. She decided Sandra’s description was the most appropriate. Happily, she released ...he net and let the piglet out. She completed her afternoon ablutions. She felt good, a light shift and a decent sleep had her back to normal.She dressed again in gym clothes but feeling just a little lazy, she retrieved one of her favourite books Battlefield Earth, by Ron L. Hubbard. It was an antique, and her grandfather had given it to her. She must. She was one of the more popular ones, but since her divorce, she felt unattractive and unpopular, something that I felt like during school, but had outgrown those feelings and became somewhat successful with my life. As the evening was coming to a close, I picked up the tab and offered to give her a ride back to her place. She told me that was ok, but she would be waiting for her daughter to pick her up when she got off late tonight. I felt bad about leaving her, so I suggested she come. I changed into a fresh pair of clothes slowly, and just as I was finishing up, someone opened the door and entered, it was Varsha. She was just standing there in front of the door, and then she pushed it closed. She was biting her lips, but I knew what I was getting into, she is under 18 and I am an adult part of an elite group of individuals representing the nation. it could become scandalous. She kept staring at me, I asked, “What Varsha?”. She says, “Sir, I am in awe with you, and I want. We dance, fast, at first, and I watch the way her body moves in her little black dress. After a while we stop speaking. Then we move closer, and start to grind against each other, our hands on one another. She's warm and firm and I can feel her muscles playing under her clothes, her skin is dewy. I can smell her, it's good. Her hands slide over my back, down over my ass, and mine are in the small of her back, pressing her hips against mine. She nips at my ear, and whispers, "come on", and leads.