This was to be one of Donna’s evenings of monumental sexual activity. She sometimes could be extremely cuddly, wanting no more than to be held and t... hold, to nuzzle and caress. At others her appetite was for unbridled lust, unfettered access, unlimited exploration. She was never aggressive, never rough but, oh my God, could she be active. ‘When,’ she said, resting her chin on my trimmed hair, ‘puss come to shove, College, you’re not exactly lifeless in the sack yourself.’ I had said, post. Don't stoop to his level. This is him at his worst, just let it go."We've got to go, dad. I'll be back later. Maybe the two of us can have a talk about things after I get back." I look forward to it, Jimmy. It's been awhile since the two of us just sat together and let our hair down with each other."I drove Donna home, and we sat in the car in front of her house talking for awhile."I like your mother, Jimmy, she's nice. Your father scares me a little bit, and he makes me uncomfortable. Is he. I’ve been waiting for it all night. And I’m not going to wait any more.I lightly graze my fingers up your shaft, to the tip. Then as my hand slides back down, I flatten my palm against it, feeling all its grooves and veins. It’s so perfect. I want it in my mouth, but I need to admire it a little longer with my eyes. With my other hand I squeeze your balls together and lift them while I wrap my fingers around your glorious shaft. It’s rock solid now, already, and. I was now trembling so much I was in danger of actually having an orgasm as I stuffed my aching tits into my bra! As I finally straightened my black and white wrap-over dress I was desperately hoping that the voyeur had had a wank while he’d been watching me, because it was killing me not being able to do the same! As I painted my lips with a bright shade of red lipstick all of my erogenous zones were on red alert! Paul’s pint glass was nearly empty as I nonchalantly strolled, fashionably late,.