" Couldn't, like, the sheriff get an order stoppin' her from seein' us," Bridget asked."Hon, that's called a restrainin' order and they are rarely eff...ctive, but it's the only tool the courts have. Even if it was successful in stoppin' her, what about all her friends that got busted with her? They're probably gonna be just a pissed, if not more, than your mom." So, what are you sayin'? Should we go to another school?" Bridget asked."Well, I think ya'all should give it some serious consideration. I spent most of my time in the Carolinas chat room, and one day I started up a chat with a woman who lived in my town. We continued to chat in private for a few nights, until one day we realized we worked right across the street from each other. Our chats were getting progressively hotter, and by now we'd exchanged phone numbers. We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listening to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened. "Do you want to get fucked?" she. Mrs. Simpson’s annoyance fueled me to encourage him on. I started playing off the attention that Mr. Simpson, who I was now calling Paul, was paying me. I used my little girl giggle and was flipping my pig tails around as we talked. I asked Paul how he kept is such good shape. It was Paul who was giggling now. "You think I'm in good shape?" he asked. Oh yeah, Carrie's got a hot dad," I said. Mrs. Simpson was really getting pissed now. Carrie didn't help matters when she asked her mom why she. She knew it was time and moved her mouth from his balls back to the head of his cock. Her mouth was now tightly wrapped around him and she waited for his next move, the control had now shifted and she had to relent. Her one hand massaged his balls and her other hand reached down and once again began to massage his star, signaling to him that she was now ready. He gripped her head firmly and thrust his hips up, penetrating her mouth inch by inch. His cock hit the back of her throat and she.