He was the type of man that would scare me under normal circumstances, but I knew him. His name was Jimmy, who usually fixed our cars. He looked insid... the engine and said he would have to tow me into his shop. He told me I could have to ride along with him. He helped me into the passenger side while helping himself to a good view of my ass. I was wearing a skirt; a cute pleated skirt that maybe showed too much of my legs. It was a dark green one and on top I had a loose fitting white blouse. I don't know why he feels trapped, I thought raggedly. He's not the one who has just fucked up."Good evening, Mr. Porter," said Pick Cropper. "I don't suppose you have a good explanation for this, do you?"My brain froze. "Uh... sir..." It was only fitting I would stammer away any possible alibi that might have convinced my coach of my innocence.Coach shook his head sadly. I knew in that instant he had, indeed, recognized Kayla. From that moment, I had been dead meat. It just hadn't hit home. Authority and dignity were stamped upon him. He, like Sara, needed no finery to impress himself on people's attention, although he was arrayed in the most magnificent clothes.For the first time in her life Sara fell immediately and hopelessly in love! Martha saw at once that her friend was fatally smitten and she could see why! She quite fancied the guy herself! Allowing the Princess to take centre stage, she slipped off to find Baron Schroder and see if she could advance her own matrimonial. I clamped down my hole on his cock, and he moaned really loud, groaning and moving while he pumped his seed in me.It only took him a few minutes to regain his senses, and he slowly pulled out of me.I had not come but was not really interested in making it happen right then. The warmth and wet feeling I was having in my ass was blowing me away. I loved it.He opened his bag again, pulled out some wipes, and gently wiped my ass, and then after it was clean he cleaned himself.I was pulling up my.