“Of course Sir,” Miss Stevens nodded as she turned her palm upward and roughly pushed two entwined fingers deep into the blonde’s wetness up to ...er knuckles. Nancy groaned at the unexpected intrusion and stiffened in her bonds. Her pussy gushed with pleasure. Miss Stevens frigged the blonde roughly with her fingers, spreading her labia, making her pussy gape and gush its wetness. She twisted her hand and rubbed her thumb tip over the blondes swollen pussy lips, and between them to search out. This is something the wicked men and wicked women of the world should remember when dealing with so-called Nice Guys whom they consider to be pushovers. Just a warning, pure and simple. The story takes place during my senior year at Hawking College. A school I’d been practically drafted into by both friends and family. Hawking College is a pretty decent school with a strong Christian tradition. A small four-year private technical college located on a hilltop. It’s home to one of the best. One afternoon, when she was walking home later than usual, wearing her cheerleader outfit, he actually waved her over, and asked her for her name.She told him it was Misty, and he said his name was Ray but she could call him Gramps, cuz that's what his grandkids called him, and he said she was about the age of his grand-daughter. That's how Ray learned that Misty was seventeen, when he asked if she was about the age of his grand-daughter, who was sixteen, but was turning seventeen that next. ......i slid a hand inside her bra she sighed again as i reached her nipple and squeezed it between my fingers. Oh god she said and i turned her head to me and kissed her my tongue in her open mouth she reciprocated and we kissed for 30 or 40 seconds. I then slid my hand onto her spread legs and moved towards her hot cunt, i could see her white knickers so i pushed my hand passed the top elastic and could feel the short pubes inside he pants. Her cunt was dripping wet she hadnt had sex for 15.