"My name is George, Ms. McNair," I replied civilly. "I am a class mate of Fran's and we're riding to school together." You're the idiot who bought her...the bike?" she inquired unpleasantly, nodding in the direction of the bike that stood in the entrance room."That's me!" I replied cheerfully."Why are you wasting your time and money on my blob of a daughter?" she asked with a sneer.Talking about the pot calling the kettle black! But I held my tongue and answered pleasantly. "Fran and I are. ‘Hello,’ I said, my breath nearly catching in my throat. ‘And who might this be touching me.’ ‘Aw, shit,’ said the gorgeous piece of manhood. He turned on his heel and walked away. I had inadvertently discovered one of the rules of Sniders little soirees. One was perfectly free to indulge oneself in whatever sexual activity that struck one’s fancy, there was absolutely nothing verboten in the way of pleasure and satisfaction. But the one inviolable law if one was to indulge was never, never to. He began to slowly move his cock out & then beck deep inside. I could feel his cock each time it throbbed. Together we began to softly moan with pleasure. I sat upright to assist him in driving his cock as deep as it could go. He lifted me slightly off of him and began rhythmically pumping my ass. I could tell he was close to cumming by the look on his face and after the orgasm I had just moments earlier I was sure it couldn’t cum again. I placed my hands on his thighs just behind me leaning. Fucking her pussy or — fantasy — ass after that was out of the question, so we snuggled up in bed and kissed while I played with her tits until it was time to go back to the office.The following week I met Carol again at the cabin. It was my birthday, and I had planned a long lunch hour in bed with her before heading home for a duty-fuck with my wife. Instead of her white pants, though, Carol had on black slacks and I could see a panty line under them. In addition, her cheek was swollen. She.