As i lied there covered in cum fighting sleep a cramp set in that burned my stomach with pressure, i ripped the pump cable out of the wall and heard a...loud whoosh. as the pressure in my ass lowered drastically i came again onto my belly. out of wind on both ends a thought passed through my mind (I WANT MORE).that night i sneaked out of my house and over to the neighbors in the dead of night. i began to hyperventilate as i grew closer to my goal, the garden hose looked good that late(3:27 AM) so. Or Julie, who would wear thin sweaters and tweak her nipples before class so my dad would see how long and hard they were. And especially Ronnie, who practically melted into his lap every time she had a question. She'd make stuff up too, like "Gee Mr. Robbins, I forgot how to spell my name! tee-hee." and go to his desk and lean way over, smiling and rubbing and ... What a slut.That's my dad's name, by the way, Mr. Robbins, Michael Robbins. I'm his only daughter, Stacy Robbins.And then, just as. She put on a long white cami with spaghetti straps, which when she pulled it down it just covered her butt, but it was tight revealing her breasts nipples and emphasized the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra yet. She went to the kitchen to eat, but then noticed the clock on the wall. She then realized that she had gotten up too late and was going to be late for work. She quickly grabbed her bag and laptop, put on her work heels found her keys hanging by the door and ran out to the car. She. ’ She said, ‘Let’s go take care of Tom.’ Shawn restarted the car. They drove on into the night. As a last gestured Shawn offered, ‘I guess breakfast on the road is out.’ Susan answered, ‘Very astute Einstein. You have a firm grasp of the obvious.’ He grinned. It was a kind of self conscious grin, born of insecurity. Insecurity about himself, what he had to do, what he wanted to do, what he wanted her to do, and what he was afraid she would actually do. He put his arm around her as they drove.