Me too, truth to tell.For the fun of it, we took Vanessa’s XK-E, top-down all the way. British Racing Green, of course. She didn’t have a secret c...mpartment for my .38, so I made do with my trusty shoulder bag.A couple of hours out of KC, a black, jacked-up monster of a pickup started tailgating and honking at us, flashing its headlights on and off. The windows were too darkly tinted to see who was inside, but I would bet they were male.Vanessa just sighed; she’s used to drawing a lot of. You can email me or hangout at .In the previous part, I ended the part with me and Anna having a great time. And by a great time I mean great sex! Anna was still confused and she ran out saying “I love you.” Let me continue the story from there. I thought Anna went to the room, so I headed to my room too.Anna is not here. She ran away from me at the house. She’s probably trying to avoid me now. The girl is something else. I guess I’ll take a walk and hope that something comes up. I was walking. We were doing just that on the day of the dance. I was flat on my back, my head resting on Julie's tummy as a boy named Ron did her. Jerry was doing me at the same time, and I was sucking Kyle, while Julie was sucking down on Bob's dick. Both Julie and I had gotten really worked up. The two boys doing us were like the third boys we'd had that afternoon, and that much dick can transport a girl into realms of pleasure she only reads about in the hotter and sluttier romance novels.Statistics say. "I do." Tell me about when you first did it," I purred.She ran her fingers through her dark auburn hair. "There was an older student in my Advanced Writing class named Sophie. She stopped by my office one day after my last class and handed me a binder. 'My stories, ' she said. I promised to read them. Then she said, 'Don't show these to anyone else ... I wrote them for you.' She walked away without saying anything else. So I read one. It was about a girl in love with an older woman." She shook.