I wonder if she thinks I’m a slut.Rory gets in the room and swap outfits. This time, her boss packed her a jean dress and a matching headband. Rory ...rowns at it. She wishes she had time to shop, but she doesn’t. Andromache’s task will take too long and Rory still need to see her father. She sighs, her nipples tightening. Daddy...Rory has figured out that her father does more than just private investigating. She has the feeling that he is more of a fixer than anything. She starts to wonder how. I toyed with her pussy with my cock, rubbing it back and forth against her swollen hole. She thrusted back into me and, just like that, I was sliding in and out of her. Her pussy was fantastic. Tight enough to squeeze my cock, but it opened up easily with just a few long slow strokes. Within a minute or so, I was able to really start riding her big, bouncy booty. I fucked harder and deeper. I felt her pussy grow wetter and wetter. She let out long, loud moans that echoed through the room. G. The bemused Terry was along for the ride. His little lover was rapidly turning him around to her way of thinking. Dawn figured that tonight would be a good test of his stated desire to be open to new things. Dawn had taken extra care in her appearance and knew she looked hot. Her knee length red velvet dress fit her like a glove. She had eschewed underwear in favor of tan elastic-top stockings. Three-inch high heels and just a hint of make up completed her ensemble. She looked as if she were. I tried to show sympathy, but inwardly I looked forward to the grades that would be posted on the bulletin board within a couple of days.The walk home was always a pleasure, since the weather was always perfect, and the view was to die for. Rather than racing straight home as usual, today I took my time. I stopped where a small bridge spans a stream that drains into the Pacific. I sat on the broad rail of the bridge, staring into the small stream that flowed beneath me. My random thoughts.