Gently slapping her in the face when she stopped looking at me a few times, she gushed on me over and over again.She then forced me to my back so she ...ould ride me, both of her hands on my throat while she bounced up and down, a few minutes later I threw her off of me, and bent her over. Facing the mirror in the corner of my room, slamming straight into her, grabbing her hair in one hand and her ass in the other. Her perfect ass rippling with each thrust, it wasn’t very long before I grabbed. That's your pile there."She indicated bags towards the foot of the bed and I went through them.Sure enough, as I dreaded, there were replacements of underclothes moreor less the same that we had lost. I had no choice but to put them on,but I did make sure that Denise was aware that I wasn't happy about it.This was doubled when I found skirt and blouse combinations and dresses,all looking the most feminine they could have bought. The skirts Inoticed, were all considerably shorter than the ones. “Oh shit!” I muttered out. Tiffany looked up at me quickly, eyes nervous. “What?” “I’ve got to get out of here; my mother is expecting me home in just a few minutes!” Tiffany got off of me quickly, my eyes throwing one more glance at her body. “We’ve got to get you out of here then!” In a mad scramble I was able to get clothes on and make myself somewhat presentable. We stood next to the door, kissing some more, before I broke the kiss and put my hand on the door knob. I. I had a real boyfriend, I mean a real boyfriend in my senior year, a man a girl could look up to, but he said he wasn’t ready for marriage yet. He said he wanted to sow some wild oats first. Damn I’d thought I was his wild oats. His name is Devin, Devin Bradford. Devin’s like me, a real Maryland first family type, and a blueblood. My name is Susan McCabe, my maiden name was Susan Calvert; that’s right Calvert, as in George Calvert, one of the Calvert’s who originally owned and settled.