“Ooh you're so forceful” I replied, before doing as askedI was touching my toes certain he could see my string through the nylon“I want a better...look” he said before ripping a hole in my nylons, and pulling them apart.His hot breath on my exposed skin felt so good. He ran his fingers along the material of my string, making me quiver, his caress such a tease. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and leaned forwards to lick it. I was shaking on my heels his hot breath and wet tongue felt so wonderful. If I hadn't made the decision to stay out of places the cops might be looking, after the bodies were found, I could have checked into a motel. Since I didn't do that, it was the slow charge of free electrons for that night.I drove the thirty miles over to Williams and found the Race Track convenience store. I was about fifteen minutes early so I parked at the corner of the lot. I didn't want to block the business's doors or pumps. I hoped that I could avoid being noticed.At 10:15 the red pickup. ”“I think some of those nuns enjoyed disciplining young girls.”“Some of the girls, including me, enjoyed getting their spankings.”“Who set the standards over there? Were you all supposed to wear granny-panties?”“I once thought of wearing those old-fashioned bloomers – white of course – but that wouldn’t work. The skirts were too short and the bottom part of the bloomers would have shown.”“I see. God-fearing underpants but little Catholic schoolgirl skirts. The whole thing is just weird.”“The. And to make it even worse, he didn't even have the decency to be arrogant about it so that I could dislike him. Instead, he was always nice and friendly to me. I couldn't help but liking the guy, though that made it even worse. Finally I had enough of it and got up. I glanced over at Rich for a moment, noticing that he was looking at the picture on his nightstand again. Unlike most guys I knew who kept pictures of their girlfriends, Rich kept one of his mother who'd raised him alone. That.