She did not think it appropriate to be parading around in someone else’s home wearing a half bra, sheer panties, garter belt, and stockings. Her hig... heels had been left behind when fleeing the Dwarves. Her hair, standing out in every direction, gave her the appearance of having stuck a finger in a light socket.She was quite surprised to discover that the den was not unoccupied. Suzie’s father, dressed in his boxer shorts and t-shirt, was getting down his shotgun to clean it. He was unaware. And they both remember what he said as he slid into her, not in a rush or a lunge, but slowly, like someone enters a pool of hot water."If you aren't pregnant, I'm going to get you that way right now."They told me more, but somehow I feel ... I don't know ... like I'm telling a secret too intimate to expose to strangers? I know that sounds ludicrous, compared to what I've already revealed. But that's the way I feel.So I'll just dumb it down a bit and say that, during that session of lovemaking,. She shifted position until she was perched on the edge. Maggie lifted her bright red skirt. I knelt in front of her. With one hand she pulled my head between her thighs. Her white stockings had lace tops. My cheeks were above the lace and between her soft skin. My ears were between lace-covered thighs. My face was almost touching her white satin panties. Her knee-length nylon petticoat shrouded my head and shoulders. Beyond that her heavy white underskirt and folds of her red skirt pressed. She nodded her head in silence. I stepped up to the quiet room where she stood holding open the door.“Are you looking for a room?” she asked in a low voice.“Yes,” I replied.She stepped backwards, opening the room door and nodding her head for me to enter.“Are you sure?” I asked as I entered the room.“Yes,” she replied, as the door closed behind us.I quickly introduced myself and discovered my newfound friend’s name was Alicia and that she was a business major and college freshman. I settled.