Her eyes were mostly closed now, and she was giving these cute little whimpers each time I pushed my finger into her. She was the tightest girl I had ...ven had my fingers inside of (if you must ask Linda was #4), and also by far the most responsive. But I was only able to get about half of my finger inside before the tightness of her jeans was once again restraining us. She moaned out loud as I slid my finger out of her and then out of her panties and pants. She looked so cute looking up at me. " You didn't want me to come over to give you a ride home?" No, I did. Brenda knew that I wanted to do all of those things. She likes to be the one in control. I like to be told what to do." Well then, you're in luck baby, because I like being in control, and I like telling you what to do. I just might decide to make you do some things you don't want to do. Nasty things, stuff that would show everyone what a scuzzy slut you really are. Things like last night, only with more people watching you. With time, I became braver (or more reckless) - I'd make my plant and stick around nearby (not too nearby, to avoid a possible accidental association). Sometimes, I'd be reading my own newer text while I waited, but most often, I'd be "legitimately" studying (if you could call my aimless wandering through only the optional, supplementary texts "studying"). Either way, I'd generally be terminally turgid - ah to be so young and, well, sturdy! Nowadays, I still edge myself for hours (even days) at. "It's for you. Just think of it as a belated wedding present." Curious, Dennis eagerly inquired, "So what did you get me?" "Open it and see." Gale, relishing the moment, teasingly directed. Parking his butt on the side of the bed, Dennis gingerly pulled the bag toward him. "You're making me feel bad," he announced. "Why?" "Because, I didn't get you anything." "That's perfectly understandable, since you had no idea that I was going to surprise you like this. "Besides, as you will soon see for.