’ Mary was working in the kitchen when they walked in. She looked at the slim girl and smiled. ‘Hi, you must be Dianna.’ She offered the teenage... her hand. ‘I’m Mary.’ ‘Hi,’ Dianna replied, shaking hands with the older woman. She hadn’t realized how pretty Mrs. Forrester was. Mary had on a man’s shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, over a pair of snug-fitting jeans. Dianna wasn’t sure, but it looked like the older woman wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘Why don’t you kids go into the den?’ Mary suggested.. I got her new dress to wear for that day. She wore a blue half-sleeve shirt. I made sure, she didn’t wear a bra. I got her a tube top instead for better accessibility. She wore jeans along with that. We reached the cinema hall, it is a bit ok the northern outskirt of the city with a couple of seats.Every show couples turn up in numbers to enjoy. We took a ticket and luckily we got it on the second seat from the wall. The closer you are to the wall, the better for you to enjoy. The hall. ” I say. He gets the message, and we dart out the room, and to his hotel room on the 8 th floor. 9:50 PM As soon as we get to the glass elevator, he pushes me up against the wall and kisses me hard while fondling my breasts, until we reach his floor. We run for the door, slide the card and shut and lock the door behind us. He lays me softly down on his bed, lies on top of me and kisses me down my neck. He quickly rips off his shirt, exposing his chest to me in all of its manly, hairy glory.. Rings from my lipstick encircled the base."Not so fast Megan. Daddy needs to train his little girl a little further.Walk around to the side of my desk. Right there. Now bend over it. Reachbehind you and pull up your pretty skirt princess. Yes, Good girl."And he was behind me. Holding my hips. Using one hand to pull my pantiesto the side. Poking at my hole with his hard cock. I whimpered and felt itgo in a little. And then a lot. And then he was fucking me. Like a girl.In and out harder and.