She also started to send me vulgar messages and I was replying same.Very next day I was send her vulgar pictures and she was also replying me the same... Same day evening I was send her dick picture and she replayed nice one. Oh I was so exited after her replied. Immediately I text her this is my dick. I was waiting for her reply but she can not reply me. I send her many times sorry but she gone offline. Next day noon she text me today I am going half an hour early to the gym would you possible. I leaned against my car, and waited. After a few minutes, the side door opened, and out she walked. She was wrapped in an overcoat, and looked almost normal. But I knew what was underneath the coat, and the thought started to turn me on again, even before she got to me.This time, though, when she spoke, her voice was tense and serious. "Get in your car, quick. Before someone sees."That snapped me out of my daydream, but this was still pretty good. I opened the door and slid across the back. " Heather, you know I was very specific," Harold told her, his pulse suddenly racing."I know, and I'm sorry." She walked past him and leaned over his desk, her ass inviting his attention. "I know what I've got coming."Harold approached her, his shorts tenting obscenely. "Yes, as much as I hate to do it, you need to be reminded to follow the rules." I know Daddy, I was wrong. I shouldn't have bought the skirts I bought."Harold was mesmerized by the view in front of him. Heather was stretched. He dropped his undies and stood naked over the drawer. Hesitating, he popped the top off and pulled the corner of the next wipe. As it came up, the soap glistened and it made noise like popping soap foam. He held it for a second, questioning it’s presence and feeling it’s wet surface stick to his hand, slightly put off by the overwhelmingly gentle aroma, and then knowing no other use for it, he laid down on the ground and began to slide the wipe over his youthful body. In the next few minutes.