What did he think - just because she experimented with him, she should become his freshman whore?)When Megan finally ran into the wormy little bastard...at school, she warned him that if anything got back to her, she'd make sure everyone knew she stopped fucking him because he was a lousy lay! Nuff said.[Let's call the next group raccoons, so Laz doesn't have to hear it from masons, elks, K of C, or the like.]So school let out for the summer and Megan and three of her friends are stuck hanging. It seemed like a lot solider a car than her Honda, and the gas mileage would have to be almost as good. She'd thought of buying a big, wine-colored Cutlass Supreme, which would have been a lot more comfortable to drive, and had a trunk to lock her stuff up in, but it obviously was going to be a lot harder on fossil fuel.It had been a long time since Heather had worked on endangered species, except for whales, and within the U.S. there was a considerable body of law and regulation that she. In her mind, she was considering just how he planned to get her out of her dress and the delight that would accompany such an occasion, but this sort of question caught her by surprise. Saying that she was rather aroused and craving every inch of the man would be an understatement.What did this have to do with her getting undressed? She shrugged it off and considered it for a moment. Hey, the faster she answered his question perhaps the sooner he may press his lips against her own.How badly she. She stopped beside my door and leaned close."You don't have any wants or warrants, Sir, but I really must advise you to slow down." As she was speaking my eyes dropped down and saw she had indeed removed the thick heavy flack jacket and loosened two buttons of her blouse."I can't agree with more, officer," I replied speaking to her chest and the expanse of cleavage she was showing.'I wonder how long I can get her keep leaning like this and letting me look at her nice big tits. What I wouldn't.