He thrust deeply into her throat,her nose meeting his pubic hair. He held her firmly for what seemed to be aminute before shooting his sperm directly ...nto her stomach and throwing her tothe ground. He grabbed her yet against bythe hair and threw her against the hood of the Crown Victoria. She no longerhad any strength to put up a fight or so she thought. His hands wrapped aroundher skirt and tore it from her body. She began to flail her arms across thehood of the car.?Stop?, she. Your father, well, you do not really like to think about him. Ever since you turned eighteen, he has been making little comments about how you are 'legal' now. You think that he is just being a pig, but occasionally you caught him looking at you in a way that made you a little nervous. You now have only a few weeks before you need to make the long drive back to your little redneck hometown. You know that with your two years of college, it will be easy to get the most glamorous fry-cook position. Louis."The football commissioner got his revenge by counting seats in the new stadium, then changing the rules about the teams hosting what is called a Superbowl. The new stadium in St. Louis found itself a few thousand seats short, seating-capacity wise, and there was no way for St. Louis to earn money by hosting a Superbowl. That was a childish lashing out; but children with authority have always, historically, abused any power when it was given to them," I paused."Hmm, sounds like sports is. He didn’t linger long with that last barrier between his hands and my pussy, pulling the panties to the side quickly and finding the heart of my damp snatch with a finger that wasted no time sliding deep inside of me. In and out a couple of times, then all the way out and then back in with two fingers this time, pulling me apart with passion. Then it was up to the waistband of my panties, sliding them down over my soft thighs, down over my knees, and eventually over my sandals and onto the.