Slut jumped up and whisperred “please sir, no, please” just as my index finger rubbed over her clit and slid into her soaking wet pussy. I squeeze... her right nipple through her t-shirt, and started sliding my index finger quickly in and out of her pussy as she started to cry and moan at the same time. I continued to torture her pussy for a couple of minutes then abruptly pulled my finger out of her soaked pussy as she let out a sight of disappointment. I strapped on my backpack and grabbed my. No crimping on her time, either. She'd be as free as a bird. With the chances of running into some lunatic very remote, if not damn near impossible.The more Susie thought about it, the more she liked the idea. If she played it correctly, choosing only men from outside the state, she saw the possibility of ending up with her own personal stable of horny, dick-hard studs who would, while sexually agitated for sure, call her up from time to time to say they were in town and would just love her. This onehad big puffy sleeves and a short flouncy skirt, and was covered insparkly things. Again I had to go into the shop and walk up and down infront of the giggling line of boys.Next was a very bright green dress, with a short lacy skirt and lots ofwhite beads around the top half. The boys seemed to like this one a lot.Jeffrey Brampton even wolf whistled.I tried on one dress after another, then modelled them in front of thelaughing boys. There were other people in the shop, too, who looked. “Because you not in love with either of them, great attraction but not great love. Wait and see if and how it develops.”Life went on. Greg reckoned that Grace was ready for her proper HGV 1 training and she enrolled. It was a five day course and she took leave to do it. Anthea said it was unnecessary but Grace was adamant. It was not a requirement for her job and was merely fulfilling a personal wish. That the firm was paying for it was more than enough. Anthea tucked that away in her mind.She.