At first, I just moaned with each stroke of my cock. My eyes focused on her sexy photo; dirty thoughts were racing through my mind along with the tho...ght of covering the photo with cum. My thoughts ranged from me laying under her while she rode my cock, to picturing fucking her tits and then of course based on the position of her in the photo, I thought of standing in front of her while she gave me a blow job. I glanced over at her, and I could see she was enjoying watching me stroking off. . Believe me, putting bra and panties on another woman is damn near as exciting as taking them off her."I'm hot, Megan; I need to get laid. I need to feel a real cock. Let's get to school; maybe I can get one of the boys back here this afternoon." It was strange, first knowing that she wasn't crushed by my interest in anyone other than her, and then the realization that I was no longer necessary, was it maybe no longer desirable, for her sexual needs. Whatever, I loved her, and I was glad that my. Well, I found a furnishedapartment that rented by the month. I figured when she realized I wasserious maybe she would finally get the help. That didn't go as Iplanned."A week later she told me she met someone who wouldn't try and stifle herfun. She wanted a divorce. We filed two months ago and I have been tryingto put my life in order since then. I've had that bag of your clothessitting in a corner of my room since I moved out. I had to buy newstockings because I ruined the pair you gave me. "He looked so crestfallen I laughed. "As for Grace and money ... I've been to Mr. Livingston and set up a college trust for both of us. I won't mention it to her." Mention what to whom?" asked Grace as she opened the office door.Daddy took one look, "Who is this young lady? I'm sorry Miss, do I know you?"Grace was dressed in young adult clothes. She represented the very best in 1954 teenagers.Crinolines and a wide white skirt, a white high buttoned blouse, white silk stockings, white shoes with.