I eavesdropped on the conversation and rolled my eyes. He must've sensed someone was watching him and looked in my direction. I quickly looked down at...my laptop, smiling. An hour later, I put my laptop in my rolling book bag and then rode the elevator to the top floor, where the older books were stacked high. I found a dark corner that would be useful for fucking whomever I chose. It also made for a spot where I can do what I needed to do right there. Looking to see that nobody was around, I. He had worked late that evening,having to work overtime to keep his boss happy. It was well past timefor the k**s to be in bed but at least it was Friday night and he didn’thave work in the morning.He pulled up to the driveway, not surprised to see all the lights wereoff except for the one on the porch. He let himself in quietly; wearilykicking off his shoes he poked his head into his daughter’s room,slightly baffled that the bed was empty. With his mind consumed withthoughts of a shower he. Ireally wanted sheer knee highs, but I settled for some that featured acable-knit design in white and shades that matched my blouses. It tookme a while to get the courage to wear these, but once I did with nocomments, I began to get even more emboldened.Shoes were the last hurdle. I had researched them for a while beforedeciding that a couple of brands were the best choices. Of course, allthe major athletic manufactures produced shoes for both sexes. Thatwould be an easy buy, the main. As fast as they shot their loads in her mouth, ass, or pussy, the next one would fill in and the spent man magically got hard again - ready to get back in the game.By the end of Dorothy's "fuckathon", she was a moaning, sticky, cum-covered mess with white sticky goo dripping from every orifice and running off her panting, sweaty body. She had been so completely fucked that she couldn't move, she just lay there moaning and panting from the effort. The men left the room and went back to wherever.