Slinging her book bag on as she kisses her hand and plants it on a picture of her and her father by the door before walking out. The sunlight feels ni...e as she walks down the small set of stairs to the road. People out and about strolling along getting their days started as well. Just enough time to grab a cup of coffee before work; speed walking over to the busy "Emmys cafe" like she always did. The bell on the door rings as she steps into a chatty and quick moving busy cafe. She steps into a. I don’t care if I get pregnant; I just want it my pussy so bad!”I smiled, then Sara said “okay, I am ready, do you want to do the work of shall I ride you myself?”I replied “I really don’t care, but you seem more experienced than me, so you can do it.”Sara smiled, motioned for me to lean back, then climbed on top of me, lined herself up then slowly pushed down. I would imagine that she would be tight but wow, was she ever! This felt amazing, her pussy was very wet, and her tight lips were so. They fell away from each other, spent.In the morning after her father had fucked her from behind as she clung to the headboard of her bed and sobbed with pleasure, and she had cleaned him with her mouth and tongue, the smiling man gave Vixen the script to read and a disc with all the Hilda episodes. There was very little dialogue but a great deal of violent sex. The setting seemed to be England in the Middle Ages and the action was bloody and non-stop - heads flew right and left.They went to. "We could go for a swim?" I suggested.We had swum many times just here, over the years."No, I don't think so," she shrugged and looked at me and smiled. "I might just wet my hair though."Her hair was cut short and I mean really short, much shorter than mine. She jumped off the parapet and walked down the slope to the river's edge. We called it a river but in truth it no more than a stream, just ten foot wide and no more than four foot deep. I sat still on the stone parapet as she wetted her.