Let me give you my number so you can send me some.”She gave me her number and we got dressed and settled back in the car and scrolled through the pi...s. She found a few she liked and I texted them to her and saved her number in the foolish hope that somehow our paths would cross again.She told me a little more of her story on the rest of the trip. Her D@d had left when she was young and her m0ther used her considerable charms finding and auditioning replacements. She finally settled on one and. I looked, wondering, but she ruthlessly pushed my head back down again before giving my face a slap."Don't do that again, you'll see the result soon enough," she chuckled.I felt that darn sting again and felt that creepy feeling passing from my waist and moving down all the way to my feet. She watched me intensively, an expression of discontent grow rapidly on her face."Shit! Now I'll have to start all over! Fuck!" She blurted out angrily. As I looked up wondering what the heck she was talking. I let friends use the place from time to time during the year and it seems that they are always leaving some item of clothing or other here when they leave. I have a small collection. Here let me get your things in the dryer."When he had disappeared through the doorway with her clothes she looked around at the cozy room. She went over to his chair and noticed the copy of Virgil's Aeneid laying open. She picked it up to look at the page and it was in the original Latin. Perhaps a scholar of some. I imagined how it would feel when my eight inches of hard cock was buried balls deep inside of her. So hot.Kimberly kissed me and as we kissed, she shook and I could feel the warmth of her squirting, the wetness, the delicious smell of when a woman squirts. So fucking wicked. I finger fucked her hard and deep, her legs spread so wide allowing me to just finger her so good that she would squirt every time I pulled my fingers from her tight hole. Fucking wicked indeed. Kimberly shook, cumming for.