” “Those were but it so warm today I wasn’t going to wear them until I got to work.” I laugh. “You think I’m joking!” as she steps right...up close with her feet shoulder width apart and continues, “You are welcome to check.” We lock eyes on each other. The stand-off was broken as I tentatively raise my hand under her raincoat. I’m guided by her tapering legs as I graze her thighs as I near her crotch. My middle finger makes first contact directly on the centreline of her hairy pussy lips.. Coach moved his leg again and it felt like he was rubbing my leg with his, but I couldn’t be sure, and then he adjusted his papers to reveal more of the obscured photo on the desk. I could see now the top of this guys pubes and desperately wanted to see more. I casually tried to move it again and was now able to see this guys cock as well. It was then that I felt Coach’s foot rest on my chair between my legs, his toes brushing my balls and making my cock even harder. He could see me staring. So with that attitude she didn’t see the little girl that night. But next night she did. ‘Finn, come and look here.’ ‘What, knitted a ladder into the stocking, did we?’ ‘No you fool, I’m getting supper, not knitting. Look out the window.’ Finn looked and said, ‘Ah, that will be the Todd girl again.’ ‘Again?’ ‘I saw her one the swing last night but you wouldn’t come, too busy alluding to my small dick and knitting your damn socks for hothouse Southern Kenya.’ ‘Southern India, they’re stockings. He could feel it. Rising up like a volcano. Ready to erupt. He pumped her hard. Harder. Harder. Harder. Harder. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah. As he exploded into Kaitlin’s exquisite ass, Dustin heard her neck crack. She shuddered and jerked, twitching wildly, groaning loudly one last time, then went limp. Still hanging from the window. Arms at her sides. Huge 38DDs pressed flat against the side of the car. Platinum blonde hair spilling around her gorgeous face. Eyes bulging. Tongue poking out between.