It was just after 7pm when I got home, as I walked in I could hear noise from the living room and guessed that Chloe was watching a porno.I walked to ...he living room but stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the door.Chloe was on the sofa wearing a pair of red stocking and a garter belt- both mine and a pair of white high heels.She had her legs spread wide and high in the air with a beer bottle stuffed up her cunt.Bill was kneeling in front of her totally naked, wanking his stiff prick with. 'Well here you go, ' he said with a smile. 'When does the class end? I'll wait here or just come back for you, ' he added giving her one last hug, enjoying the feel of her against him.'Are you Miss Davis?' A tall older man asked as he reached to give her a small piece of paper. 'I'm the professor for this class. I sent word to the Special Needs office that you didn't have to come to class until Friday, I guess you didn't get it.' The man smiled. 'I'm Mr. Talbot, the professor for the. Glancing back at the monitor I smile reliving the highlights of the story just briefly before coming to a decision. Shrinking the story down to the lower half of the screen I open up a few of her pictures arranging them story board like across my screen. Her smiling face brightening the otherwise darkened room as I begin once more to read. It’s not long before I know it’s gone beyond simple arousal and I am needing some kind of relief. Without looking from the screen, her curves drawing my. Jeff has to do most of the driving. I drive, but I’m a nervous driver. If we are in or near a large city, especially a city with which I’m not familiar, or if the truck traffic is heavy, then he has to drive. When we are away from any large cities I’ll spell him for a couple of hours every now and then. But he always does most of the driving and we both prefer it that way. He says that my driving makes him as nervous as it makes me.We were already packed when Jeff came home and told me that he.