Oh, shit, I've creamed my knickers!My hands had already paused in their ministrations and now I removed them from her smooth skin as I closed my eyes ...nd awaited the inevitable consequences. They weren't long in coming (just as I hadn't been) as Mistress Angel sat up on her lounger and ordered me to raise the hem of my dress. She took one look at the large sticky stain that was spreading slowly across the lacy panel in front of my panties before ordering me to stand and to follow her to the. Her figure was sleek and curved in all the right places, and regular workouts gave her shapely legs that were as good as any twenty year old’s. However, much of Kirsty’s impact was due to her poise and personality – there was no doubt that she had plenty of charisma.Her flight was delayed by bad weather, and Kirsty did not arrive at the reunion until more than halfway through the evening. After being welcomed pleasantly by the current Principal (a very well-endowed brunette, who was looking. Turning her head to the side, she stared back at me and door opened. I sat next to her, breathing in the smell of her and leather. I loved that smell. I closed my eyes & took a deeper breath, held on tight as she peeled down the road. The way she droved the black corvette showed that she had no fear of death, but why should she fear it? I glanced up to see the speedometer shoot past 100 mph and he watched as it continued to climb. Her shoe heels pushing the accelerator to the floor, mesmerized. After dinner, I walked to my Mustang after saying goodbye to my friends. I looked up at Tank's pickup truck and saw Pete leaning over inside the truck and Tank bent down and kissed him passionately. My cock throbbed in my jeans. I grabbed my cell phone and flipped through my contacts. Chris. Yeah, he's a hot little fucker.I made the call."Hello?" he answered."Hey, Chris. It's Max." Hey, Max. It's been a while." You busy tonight?" Nah. Why don't you bring some beer and stop by?"I stopped at the.