It was 1981, and everyone had one or two cotton oxfords in their closet. They were pastel colors with button-down collars. His was light blue. Most of...the girls all owned a similar shirt. Some were yellow, some were lavender, and light blue is always popular with the girls as well. But pink was Brent's favorite – and no one wore a pink cotton oxford shirt like she did at that moment.If one were to look back, they could almost ask how on earth she got away with unbuttoning three buttons without. "Oh no, oh no, I'm almost there", she said, "I'm almost cumming, don't stop, don't stop!"And all of a sudden, I heard a loud "Yesssssss, here we goooo!!" and I felt her pussy cramping around my cock. "Cumming, cumming, cumming!!", she screamed and at that moment, I couldn't last any longer, and I shot my second load of the day, this time in the condom in her juicy wet pussy.... a mutual orgasm, that's always a fabulous ending of a great fuck and it wasn't different this time... when she was. She scrambles stealthily over rocks and twigs making her way towards her burrow. Her body is telling her it’s time to feed her family. She is reminded of the rest of her offspring waiting at their destination unprotected. This knowledge increases her desperation and she picks up speed, running agilely towards home. Her quickened pace doesn’t dull her senses however, and she dodges beneath a fallen log just in time to avert the razor sharp talons of the owl. She huddles, trembling in her refuge.. Her legs in high heels seemed even longer than usual, and her eyes were nearly level with Frank's.The meal was wonderful. Frank didn't remember what he ate, although the restaurant always had good food. Jennifer flirted with him, and he flirted right back. Despite Frank's best intentions, he wanted his beautiful ward, and the signs that she was still interested relieved him enormously.They danced until almost midnight. Toward the end, Jennifer danced very close, rubbing her hard nipples on.