She hiked the front of her skirt well above her waist and plunged her hand inside her crisp white panties. The feeling was wonderful, and just what sh... craved. Her blonde covered mound was scintillatingly humid, and her clitoris at the peak of its arousal. Sparks showered her as she began to rub her sensitive jewel, and she moaned her pleasure out loud.At hearing her friend moan, Angela looked over and watched as Kendra’s hand worked hard and fast inside her panties. The image spurred her on,. She was only fifteen but she'd been driving since she was twelve, not unusual on a farm. Karen was all giggles, of course, but I told her I'd make her life a living hell if she so much as put a tiny scratch in my beautifully restored '57 Chevy. Her parting comment was that she'd have to think of something really nasty to do to me while she had me at a disadvantage. I reminded her that paybacks were a bitch.I took a pain pill on the way home. I don't know what kind of pills they were but they. . she really hadn't relished the thought of killing an innocent child.Mary tried to keep her mind on her duties at work while she revised her plan for that evening. She'd known all along that she was going to disappear as soon as she'd taken her revenge, but now she was going to have to make arrangements to take a child with her. That would slow her departure a little but she was sure she'd still be able to get away before anyone even realized she was missing.As soon as her shift ended, she. She then got up from her seat, walked over to my desk, placed both her hands on the sides, and leaned forward and stared at me. "What?" I said. "You want me to apologize or something? Cause you can forget it, I'm not apologizing for sh..." she cut me off. "You know Jamey, I dealt with your type all through my years in high school when I was a teen. The bad boy, rebellious type. You can even say I was attracted to them...and still am." "That's why I left my husband. He was just too sensitive for.