I thought that the girl's uniforms were deliberately chosen to enhance the already overtly sexual atmosphere, because I knew she was wearing stockings...and I also knew that her panties weren't very big.Reaching over to where my own panties lay, I picked them up and held them to my face, the aroma of my own pussy inflamed my senses and I was unable to stop myself from stroking the moisture between my labia."Here we are." Sonia said and I started guiltily as I realised she'd returned silently."Oh. I rock backward and forwards against the pressure of your tongue. I grip your shoulders as I feel my knees weaken. You suck harder, fucking my wet hole with your fingers at the same time. My body wracks with quivering spasms of ecstasy as I peak. I shudder as a stream of sweet liquid shoots into your mouth, my pussy floods all over your lips. You then stand and kiss me, letting me taste my delicious sex. You quickly spin me around. I lean back from the wall as you pull me back onto your stiff. The day was unusually warm, allowing me to get a head start on my summer tan. Dad had been mowing his lawn, and I watched him while I sunned and listened to my iPod. He was wearing gym shorts and a loose tank top, and I remember vaguely thinking that my 41-year-old father was aging well. He ate sensibly, and left for work early three days a week so he could hit the gym. He was nicely built, and barely broke a sweat pushing the mower around in 80-degree heat. A couple of my girlfriends called. Oh, well, I could not dwell on the fate of these two men. I still had 16 more Apaches to take care of. Yes, it looked like they had lost me. I could see a lot of stirred up sand where they had ridden around trying to find my tracks leading away from the ambush. I probably had been luckier than I really deserved, but they had not found my tracks and had eventually ridden off in a direction opposite to the one I had followed. I had expected them to be more professional about searching for my.