I couldn’t wait. I’m going downstairs to turn Darren on and well fuck him in the kitchen. He can brunch munch on my pussy for starters. If he foun... sausages in the fridge they can wait. I want to make his hot dog sizzle in my gob.The mirror took my reflection; one more time. God I was hot: I was even more sexier and vulnerable girly because of a guy’s shirt. Strange but true. I was bounding down the stairs. Home alone; my mum sleeping over somewhere with her latest fuckbuddy. Harsh on my mum;. He opened the gate and we got inside. There were three people sitting inside the staff room. One was the guy who had fucked me with this guy earlier and the other two were who met us before leaving.The guy holding my waist announced that he had brought the slut inside. One of the new faces said, “Come on slut, take off your clothes and show us your nude body.” I remained unmoved when another one shouted. I shivered on his hard words and panicked immediately.With trembling hands, I started to. . anytime.” She inched her black skirt up higher on her leg and casually uncrossed them.She leaned over and whispered, “Do you want to come up to my quarters?” “Sure," I replied. She slipped off the bar stool and I followed her to the elevators. With her six inch heels, she looked more like a hooker than an Army Captain. She unlocked the door to her small room and we stepped inside. There was a small couch off to one side, and a desk on one wall. A half wall, with an opening, separated the. Mmmmm. A well-bred girl had to be choosy in her lovers, but if she selected well she could have a well-honed technique and no one would know it, except for those few lucky and discrete individuals.Cole, she considered as the motion of her finger quickened, would be a perfect summertime treat for a girl before she headed off for college. He was well-spoken, intelligent and from a reasonably well-connected family, for all that his daddy was a lowly reverend. Of course maybe the ‘Son of a Preacher.