She studied scripture in the original Greek, Latin and Hebrew. She read all the great philosophers, and corresponded with many of the current leaders....Yet when we'd go out to lunch with folks who never finished high school, she could make her points in ways they understood.I admit that I was a little bit of an intellectual snob, but being around the various church folks cured me. It didn't take a sheepskin to make someone smart and life experience teaches more than I got in any classroom.I. Janet stood facing the side of the bed and Bryon stood behind her. His body was pressed against her as his hands embraced her waist. His hands moved up to her breasts as his lips kissed the side of her neck and then her right earlobe. “Are you ok?” he said.Janet replied, “Uh huh, I’m ok. I’m fine.” And with that Bryon begin to grope her tits and push his lower torso against her ass.Janet responded by pushing her ass back into him and grinding a bit. Her hand went behind her and she rubbed the. Once again, she hadn't worn a bra. Despite the dark color of her top, her breasts were still on public display, nipples erect and poking at the cloth."Dad was an idiot to cheat on you," he said as he lifted his eyes to meet hers.Incredulous that a man half her age was looking at her with such hunger in his eyes, she couldn't find her voice. It wasn't as if she didn't believe she was attractive. Quite the opposite, she stayed in shape and had lucky genes, which when combined with her abundant. Go on, drop it!" Marissa did as told and dropped her top, skirt and panties into the puddle of beer at her feet. "Now get down on you hands and knees and I want you to pick them up, one by one, in your slut mouth and crawl into that cubicle and deposit them in the bowl in there!" "What? Are you...Ok, OK, I'll do it. OK." To smirks and snickers the young blonde dropped to her hands and knees and first retrieved her white panties with her teeth and crawled on the slippery wet floor into the stall.