’ She hung up. I took a cab to her parent’s house. I had been ringing the doorbell and banging on the door for some five minutes when a police pat...ol car arrived. ‘Please come with us sir, we don’t want to have to resort to force to remove you.’ I went with them. I placed an ad in the local newspaper. A journalist from the local TV station saw the ad and saw a story there so I was invited to appear on their local current affair show. ‘Mister Benson, let me get this straight, you left home. But, definitely not bad.She worked her tongue around for a couple of minutes I think, it could have been less. The awkward feeling probably made it seem longer than it was.As she pulled away, she questioned, “Did you like that?”I gasped a pitchy “Uh, huh.”She continued her way up my back, again paying close attention to my assorted wounds. She grabbed my chest from behind and stood me upright. Her body pressed tightly to mine. She was gently kissing my shoulders as her right hand began to. The angry coed would make Kristina regret even trying it. Rick and Trudy were committed to each other and no cheap whore was going to come between them. Trudy was certain of Kristina's whore status. Wasn't her aunt a whore? It wasn't any secret that her two daughters were illegitimate and by two different guys. There was even a rumor that Rita was fucking everyone in town with a prick in his pants.Trudy had just seen Kristina walk into an area behind a building that was sometimes used as a make. The things they both thought about before their date were similar. He again thought about how she rubbed her buns against him like a friendly cat when he hugged her from behind. She thought about how his muscular, hairy arms had circled her from behind when she did this. His hands had lightly touched the front of her thighs as he traced his fingers along the bottom of her cutoffs, and then he had dipped his fingers below the waistband of her loose cutoffs as he passed his hands across her.