She knew, she just knew that her mother,or more probably her evil sister, would take ultimate delight inbetraying her secrets to Dorie Lou and that wo...ld be the end of any moremodelling.With her lip trembling as she struggled to hold back the tears, Virginiahesitated momentarily at the door then tentatively eased open the door.She could not see her mother and sister and for an instant she hopedagainst hope that they had decided not to wait. Dorie Lou soon removedthat hope as she stepped forward. "I stood and asked, "Why?" Because David Prentice is an asshole!" she shouted.I'd never seen her this mad; I didn't get out of the tub and start getting dressed until after she'd left the bathroom. I quickly threw on some jeans and a shirt, and slipped my feet into my boots. We met at the door and climbed into the station wagon. Connie jabbed the garage door opener viciously and we drove off.It was about seven or eight miles down Washington Street from where we lived to town. There aren't that. His left hand kneaded her huge right breast. A steady but broken string of muffled sounds came from her full mouth, indicating her contentment with everything that was happening to her.I concentrated on sliding my cock in and out of her lush booty, not traveling far with each stroke but enough to feel the pull of her ring of muscle around my shaft, enough to know that the thousands of nerve endings in her opening were all getting a little well-deserved attention. My fingers found the going easy. I'd seen some things online but had always been curious about checking it out for myself. It wasn't until I was in college that I had my first experience.A short drive from the campus there was a strip club with an adult bookstore and arcade in the back. My first semester in college I had heard some of the guys in the dorm talking about it, but it wasn't until I came back after winter break that I got up the nerve to go myself.It was the Saturday morning before classes were set to start again.