Twenty minutes later, Mama French came boiling through the door with a plate of baked goods -- and despite the fact that I was halfway across the room...from Mr. French, I got the plate right after he did. She didn't move on, either -- just stood there, smiling until I backed up and said, "Thank you," with a brownie I really didn't want in my hand. Even then, she was slow to move on. This was in direct opposition to the day before, when I'd been greeted VERY warily and watched closely from a. Head up.”I lift my cheek off her leg, looking at her again, curious what she has in mind. She turns around, her back to me. “Unzip me.”Reaching for the top of her skirt, I tug on the zipper, slowly pulling it down, loosening the fabric from around her hips. She wriggles her pelvis a little, her hands assisting, pushing the skirt down to the floor and stepping out of it. I knew something was instantly amiss when I see the nylon strap around her waist and circling her butt, tucked under her. The young viewer was enthralled by the spectacle. She lifted her head from her screen and darted her eyes around her room, making sure no one was watching her before returning her gaze to the explicit event.It was a force of habit, living with family her whole life, but for her final year of college, she finally had her very own dorm room. She was free to peruse whatever video she wanted or do whatever she wanted for that matter. She could strut around naked in her room all day and no one would. "Oh no! Please!" she cried with pain. "Raise that ass up!" He ordered without another moment's hesitation. He eyes showed she didn't liked it but she complied obediently drawingher knees together and elevating her golden hips to an outrageousheight on the towering heels. Mike positioned himself behind hersquirming buttocks, his long hard cock finding its own way up betweenher thighs. She jumped involuntarily as his prick made its firstelectric contact with the sensitive, soft folds around her.