She flicked through the collection of dresses, skirts and shops that were hung on wooden coat hangers in perfect alignment.‘I need some new clothes�...�, she thought, spying an opportunity for a shopping spree.Miss Driscoll loved fashion, and had often been encouraged as a child to take a modelling career (a number of local photographers had offered her father their services for free). Normally she would wear well-fitted dresses that caught the eye of her admirers but didn’t show too much off, and. Other than that, will just have to see." Sounds fun, wish I could get away like that." Only chance I'm gonna get to do it. Probably wouldn't want to again anyway." I hear ya."We turned off onto a dirt road, I figured for the drop off, no big deal to me. The building we arrived at surprised me, it was a basic metropolital office complex, three floors, lots of glass, white. The lot was paved, but most of it was empty."Hang tight, be back in a flash." The other passenger picked up a small box and. The butter was warm and I smeared half of it onto her ring, pushing it inside with my finger. Sue moaned as I slid all of my index finger into her; my other hand was busy with my belt and freeing my cock. The rest of the butter went over by helmet and I shuffled between her legs, leant forward and pushed my cock up into her arse. We didn't move for a moment, letting her become accustomed to my intrusion while I just enjoyed the tightness. I don't know who taught her about anal sex, there was a. He glanced toward the stairs to see if the cat was there. She wasn't, so he turned back to the window. He was so engrossed in watching the horses that he never heard Ariel until she said, "Are you going to stir the bacon or let it burn, honey?"He jumped, startled, and almost spilled his coffee. He looked at her, standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing only a thin cotton robe in a startling shade of red that brought out the fiery red highlights in her waist-length brown hair, which was.