“Dylan,” he groaned as he continued to slide in and out of my ass.He wrapped his hand around my cock and it wasn’t long before I was hard again....I groaned as his manicured fingers stroked my length. He started rocking his hips against me harder and I started to close my eyes.“Look at me,” he growled.My eyes lock on his and I’m transfixed. “Brett,” I moan.“What did you call me?” his free hand cracks against my ass.I moan again.“Daddy,” I correct.“Mmmm, that’s my boy.” He continues to pump. You thought of a few ideas but none of them made sense. You were running out of time before he would leave. That was when he saved the day.“You know I always thought you were so hot for a guidance counselor” he said to you.You blushed and didn’t know what to say. Again he came to the rescue.“Why did you want me to wait until your husband left?” he asked with a grin.You were out of ideas. So you went for broke.“This is why.” You saidYou unbuttoned your top and exposed your tits, while leaning. A plump girl, she fit snugly into her blue pants-suit and top, and the large red belt that pulled the ensemble together was just ever so slightly too tightly bound around her waist. “What do I care? I’m gonna be the first one to try this, and I’m not eating a big hunk of red meat for my main course!” she said in a screechy tone. The machine let out a sputtering sigh at last, spitting out another piece, which Allison dashed over and rapidly snatched.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I really. ”“We don’t have any equipment, except my guitar. We do have some new clothes that we’ll need to get washed and ironed.”“We’ll take your clothes in and have them sent to laundry. Just wait until we tell them these clothes belongs to Jerry Helton.”“I doubt anyone in Hot Springs will know who I am.”“They may not know what you look like – YET. But everyone in this town knows who you are. Your song, Wanting You, has been playing nearly non-stop on the radio for two days now.”“OH REALLY?”“Yes ....