"I don't know. From what I've heard, most of herolder lovers were gone within weeks. I'm the only one who didn't getbooted for some reason or other.... And since she's been hanging with you," Katie added glumly, "she hasn'tbeen so 'outgoing', so her dad doesn't have any new 'boyfriends' to pickon." Is there anything Rachel can do?" Sara asked hopefully. "I know she'soffered legal help before."Katie picked up on Sara's train of thought. "If you went in with acompany lawyer, he'd really have to. How else could I explain the welts on her back? People didn’t get hurt by being told about another person’s pain.I glanced at Jordan. The only way to tell the story correctly would be to include Jordan’s part. I didn’t know if Jordan understood what my unspoken question was or not, but she nodded her head. “Two days ago,” I said, looking at Danielle again, “Jordan and I had sex in the upstairs bedroom.”Danielle nodded. “I figured that much out already, but what’s that have to do with what just. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the right moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church on a Sunday evening. I was already jacking off to her sexy legs and feet and was enjoying the view from the passenger seat as her legs and feet dressed in dark suntan colored pantyhose and black pumps worked the gas and. Her fingers, as much practice as they had, simply couldn't keep up with the pace and stamina that he was showing. Truly banging the cunt of her daughter. He was a stud and she, a thirty something woman, was drooling over it.His hands completely encircled her tiny waist, his hips rising up pulling out his cock, her daughters lips would follow, simply refusing to let this prime piece of manhood go, followed by her shaking thighs. He would come out till the tip and then push back in. The way his.