”Gibraltar Soup, which no longer makes much soup, or maybe they do, it’s just not as important as when Grandpa Gibraltar first started selling blu... and white cans of tomato soup out of his station wagon to grocery stores. Now it’s trucks and mattresses, and who knows what all?Well, Ms. Sloane would, she’s one of those people who knows things. You know the type.The meeting, in their downtown office building, called, logically enough, The Gibraltar Building, started right on time. The conference. I place my shirt over the seat, sit her on it and get between her legs.I kiss and suck her freshly shaved pussy. I drive my tongue between her teenage labia lips. I find her clit and trace my tongue from her vaginal opening and back up to it.She moans, “Oh fuck mister my stepdad never does that, I’m going to cum.”I bring her two orgasms and ask, “Can I put mine inside?”She looks at me, “Mister, that’s all I thought we were going to do. Put it in already.”I was hoping she would say that, while I. Slowly sinking in and enjoying the feel her body gave to my assault. Once fully encased I just let it soak, watching Sarah's and I'm sure I saw a smile on her face. I then felt a slight tightening of her vaginal muscles. How could this be I thought, I must be imagining it.I started a slow fuck and her hips rolled under me and a slight movement to her legs, only slight, but a certainty. There was definite movement, but I was too far committed to think of stopping now. I had a hold of her hips. Angie asked, ‘What’s up?’ Tom replied, ‘The NCAA hasn’t closed the case yet. They still have a few questions regarding the apartment and seems like someone just keeps pouring gasoline on a smoking fire. ‘Coach told me he was ’99 percent sure Baylock had decided to suspend John because of academic reasons.” Jamie said, ‘Bullshit! His grades are good.’ Tom just sighed, ‘He won’t be able to make the school year-end hourly requirement for the NCAA during the school year. We have to pass 24 semester.