Anyway, after I left school, we all stayed in touch, and in the summer, we used to have tennis parties. Since I played at school I was quite good and ...t one of these parties this girl Julia saw me and asked if I would like to come to her house and play. So I went over a few days later in my red TR2, with my tennis outfit and racket in the boot.Julia greeted me at the door, and introduced me to her girl friend Linda. "We were at Roedean together." "Jolly Hockey sticks!!" I said, remembering the. The tide of years rolled on. King Tarimayous died, as all mortals do: even the great Elven Kings. A total of fifty Arch-Deans came and went, none serving more than 20 years, (save the "'Arch-Deen'mon" Haguathis, who was finally defeated in the 25th year of his 'tenure' at the post,) around five years on average, and in one notable case only a single day. Though the leadership changed often, the school survived, and thrived. Every race was welcome, and the whole mountain atop which the. The I see it. Four messages. All by 'Sabrina'. God. What the fuck did we do, honey, I ask myself. A swipe up reveals the contents of the messages:1st message: 'Dad, where are you?'2nd message: 'If you are scared, I won't tell mom or Jessica, anything!'3rd message: 'Just for my piece of mind: I don't regret it'4th message: 'I love you dad. Nothing will change that. We'll talk when you come back, k?'How can she say that, that she doesn't regret it? How could't she? I can't run away, I have to. I did not have heels that fit, so I went down the stairs to the driveway in my stocking feet. The way the skirt brushed up against my cock was making the pre-cum ooze.I drove around for about fifteen minutes. Frightened to death I would see someone I knew or get into a situation where I would have some serious explaining to do. Between the fear and feel of pantyhose, skirt, and looking damn hot just increased my horniness.When I got home, I made dinner. Turkey leg, veggies and wine. All served.