She straddled me,I loved feeling her long slender legs on my hips,she reached behind her and ran a finger over the material of my wet knickers and pus...ed her fingers in,I felt her finger now encased in the material of my knickers enter me just slightly but enough to bring out the first gasp of pleasure that I would get to feel last night (I could of never of predicted just how many gasps I would give induced by her,and even now I couldn't guess just how many I let out) as quickly as she entered. She is so used to this at this point that I no longer get a startled look; I just get a smile and a nod. She pulls her car forward a couple feet right to the edge of my driveway and turns off the engine. She turns around and fidgets with someone in the back of the mail truck and then opens the door. She gets out and proceeds to walk up my driveway and then to my front door not taking her eyes off me for one second. In one hand she is carrying my mail and in the other is a dark red backpack. I. ”“How long did it take for you to know that a random guy was touching you?” I prompted her.Jennie had all the right answers. “Longer than it should have. I was so transfixed watching that nasty slut give it away so shamelessly I didn’t notice the hand that slid up my inner thigh from behind. It was probably just brief seconds but it also felt like an hour. I think he was just trying to see if I had panties on, and he found out I was which is why he croaked in my. As I was leaving Robyn's office, she said, "I loved him, Ms. Oakman. I loved Coach, and I miss him."I didn't respond, and I didn't turn back toward her. I just left. I didn't want her to see the tears in my eyes. In my car in the parking lot, I sobbed like a baby.As I approached Elizabeth's office door, I ran into Larry Foreman, not literally, but we passed in the hall. The rascal looked me over, but he was just being male, and I appreciated his interest.Seeing Elizabeth was almost as difficult.