I picked her up off of my lap and stood myself up. My desk was cluttered, so I took my arm and swept everything onto the carpeted floor. I grabbed her...by the back of the neck, pulled her close, and kissed her, our tongues massaging each other’s. I took my hands, grabbed her underneath her tight ass cheeks, and lifted her onto my desk, still kissing her passionately. I held her back in my left hand and gently let her down until she laid her back on the desk. Her flip-flops fell off her feet and. I still had that androgynous look going. I imagined I was stuck with it. Someday I might let my hair grow out to a couple of inches but certainly no more.She at least had a cup of coffee waiting for me. I ate in my panties. I didn't even bother with a bra. There were two good reasons for it. I wasn't worried about sag and I kind of like the idea.Unlike me Wendy was in her shorts and sweat shirt with the arms hacked off and the State University Logo on it. She was adorable wet hair and all. "God. Britney jumped out of the truck and stretched with her arms high above her head. She looked lustfully at her father. She knew he hadn’t cum yet and that she was going to be fucked to pieces in just a few moments. He returned the lustful look. Britney casually, and coyly walked into the house. Brad’s cock was throbbing in anger. He wanted to fuck his daughter into a pile of mush. Her ass was eating her shorts. He had remembered being able to see some of her labia earlier in the day when they. 'I drove in from Queens. I'm Michael, by the way.' (He has a car with him - the hunt continues) 'So, what brought you here?' I asked. 'Well' he said 'I've always had fantasies of being with a girl like you. And I decided it was finally time to do something about that'.... and smiled. 'This could be your lucky night' I said, smiling back 'Do you feel like going out to your car and continuing the conversation?' 'Sounds like fun' he said, so we both finished our drinks, I grabbed my coat, and we.