She closed the door and that was that. Meanwhile, Nancy's lips came off mine. "I love it every time you splatter me, there is no better feeling in the...world," she put on the record, as she yanked the blanket over onto both of us. "Usually you last a bit longer though, could you just not wait to give me my big finish?" "I guess I was thrown off my game," I mentioned, looking at the ceiling. "It's okay, I still got my girlfriend's lady juice. Although, you are no lady." We stayed silent as Amber. I nodded. He removed my hand and I sucked in a breath of air into my lungs. “It’s me, Mr. Burkle.” “Trish? What the hell are you doing climbing through my window? I thought you were some kid trying to steal something.”I heard him move away and switch a lamp on beside a couch. The couch he fucked my tight, virgin pussy on. I smiled as I stared at it. He turned around holding the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky I had the safety on and I didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.”I stared at the. I’m Andy Trainor.” Dad grunted affirmatively. “There were really two questions. Is Marilyn an adult capable of judging her associates and free to decide upon her friends? And am I a serial killer stalking your daughter for my next victim?” As if murder were what was on Dad’s mind. “Well, the first question being decided in the affirmative, I don’t at all mind setting your mind at ease with respect to the second. After all, I’m only one of several men Marilyn dated at U of I. I’m likely to be. But before you say anything, you should know that I'm going to be back in the art room for about half an hour catching up on my painting, and getting some extra help from Mrs. Grayson. I hope that's okay."Quickly, I responded with, "I don't see why that should be a problem. I'd be happy to help."I had my reasons for being okay with the half hour wait. And it's not just because I would be close to my crush, but my mom had just gotten remarried. I wasn't excited to be there when my new step.