”“What?”“I would very much like for you to bend over a bit, lift your skirt and would you please let me see it,” Karen said quite sincerely....obbie was floored. She didn’t know what to think or do when Karen’s hand brushed her hip. “Um … Mrs. Majors …”“No worries, I would just like to satisfy my … curiosity. No one else will know, just us.”Bobbie thought about a bunch of stuff. She hadn’t realized she flashed Mrs. Majors this morning and also hadn’t realized just how short her skirt was. She was. Especially you. Young love’s Trojan Horse.Her bottom lip curls and she screams. Her hips move faster and her hot inner muscles squeeze tighter, rippling along the thick vein on the under-side of my erection. Her red tinted dreadlocks frame sculpted features. A Medusa-like rage fuels the angry rhythm of her hips. Unlike Perseus though, I welcome the end. Deserve the end. For I am no hero of this fucked up Greek tragedy.I reach up and grab hold of her snake-like hair, wishing the sweat slick. As my orgasm subsided, I removed my fingers from my wet pussy and brought them up to my mouth, tasting myself. Oh, how I wished it was Ginny's juice I was tasting. I returned my fingers to my hot hole, finally my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes."God, you look horny, when you cum." Ginny stood in the doorway; she was still wet from her shower, a hand gently stroking her mound, her pussy lips, red and swollen, were parted slightly I could see her wet slit glistening from her. It wasn't nearly as large as Lake George, yet Daniel could already imagine himself there, sailing along the surface, surrounded by large buildings and dim lights. Daniel pictured himself alone, gliding slowly as he sorted out his problems, yet Carter sliding up beside him to share his help and love. Daniel's mind began to stray, and couldn't help but remember Lake George, his mother, and ....Peter.Recalling the crash on Lake George, Daniel quietly asked himself, “pecker-eater, are you alright?”.