Idressed for school, jeans and shirt like usual, but I sort of hatedputting on my drab white briefs, thinking how much better I'd feel inpanties.Downs...airs, mom had juice, toast, and eggs waiting for me."I called the salon, and Karen, my stylist, Karen, said she can fit youin this morning at 8, so we need to get going," mom said while sippingcoffee. "Take your books, and I can drop you at school when you're doneat the salon."I ate quickly, grabbed my backpack, and went with mom out to the. As I was dosing off, or possibly coming out of a deep sleep, I started to feel something beginning to swell between my legs and press into me. I wriggled up against it and began slowly rocking my hips against the growing bulge. The thin cotton barrier between my moistening pussy and the hardening intruder was all that prevented him from sinking deep into me. His hand slipped over my hip, under my panties, and probed downward through my pubic hair seeking out my magic button. My skin danced in. "No further Frank, well not tonight anyway," she said into my ear. "I'm going back home day after tomorrow, why don't you come round and see me, the bus-stop is right outside my front door." Where do you live?"She told me, it was eight miles away and I had never been to that village, but I would be soon. "I will be calling in a couple of days, then," I answered.For the next half-hour my hands travelled all over her body on the outside of her clothing as our lips hardly came apart. I hoped that. At one point John stopped with the needle lodged in her nipple, tipped his head back to remark, ‘oh God that feels good, Oh God yes, yes… yes…’ Barbara’s moans from deep within her were vibrating on his hard cock buried deep in her throat. He was going to cum. For about fifteen seconds Barbara’s moaning stopped. She was contending with an ocean of sperm flooding her throat. She had to let him finish emptying his balls out first, even though the orgasm continued and the pain still lingered with.