I had no idea.”“Well, if you’d’ve wrecked it, I wouldn’t invite you again. You didn’t. You fit.”“I didn’t know I was being tested,�... I said, pushing a little bit of huffiness.“Life is a test, and as tests go, that one wasn’t important. Some people can’t sit still for very long.”“Sometimes it’s nice. Quiet conversation, maybe. I like it.”I LIKE it. That’s why it’s the last hour of school on Friday and I’m well, ‘giddy as a schoolgirl’. After all, I AM a schoolgirl, but I know that a five minute. “Fourteen Warwick Way,” I told the driver and off we sped. His hand came upon my breast and I found myself telling him to pinch them hard. He did, I sucked in loads of air and clenched my stomach muscles to try and stay quiet; it worked.We behaved ourselves for the twenty or so minutes that it took us to arrive at the house though I would have been happy to have been taken on the back seat of the cab. I wouldn’t have minded the driver joining in either. I was feeling hornier than I had ever. OH . . . stretching me . . . stretching me OPEN.”“Keep talking, Lisa.” Over and over he fucked into her soft quivering cheeks, and over and over he felt the ring squeezing hard. “I’m gonna cum in your ass if you keep talking.”“Hear that, Keith? He’s gonna fill my ass with his hot sticky cum. And I’m going to love it. Beg him for it. PLEAD for it.”“Yes, Lisa, beg me you hot big-tit slut.”She glanced back, eye-fucking him. “Please. Please, daddy. My slutty ass needs it. I’m begging you. You. We should have gotten together like this more often.”Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start recycling. I chuckled and asked, “Why?” She replied, “So you can help me save the planet.” I chuckled again and asked, “And why do you want to save the planet?” “Because that’s.