Sundays have always been my favorite day. From the time I was a small child, I have loved Sundays. The day is calm and slow, it is filled with sports ...n the afternoons, no matter the season. From football, to golf, there is always some sport to watch.Then there is the Sunday paper and a hot cup of coffee, sitting on the porch, the sun warming you with its rays, and the birds serenading with their songs. This had always been my idea of the perfect day.Today I realized that I had been wrong.. Dave said he wanted her to leave her skirt on just in case I came back, C knelt on the floor then took her bra off and started sucking his cock and squeezing her breasts as Dave stroked her hair he was begging within minutes for her to stop as he was about to come. She then stood up raised her skirt over her hips spread her legs showing her bare pussy then sat astride him and mounted him telling him to suck her breasts. His cock was average and slid in easily, she then bent close to his ear. Miranda felt Janine stroking her hair as their tongues tangled in a soft and tender embrace. Janine took the initiative again and began slowly kissing Miranda’s neck she then went down to one breast. She kissed the breast and sucked little on the nipple. Miranda gasped. Janine went further down and after kissing her belly she reached Miranda’s wet vagina. Slowly Janine started kissing the top and licking the clitoris softly. Miranda was drowning in a pool of pleasure. She had her legs wrapped. A name tag toldeveryone that she was Ms. J. Leigh, Head Librarian. Soft-spoken and veryliterate, she had become one of the many seemingly invisible people youwill find in any city.While her intentions were always good, helping those who needed help orprotection, it was inevitable that Power Girl in time began to make herown rules, and to exhibit some sadism. Or at least a fondness forhumiliating those she caught. If Power Girl caught them, she tied them.First she would toss them around a bit,.