"How come you know stuff like that?" I was on a debating team in college, young lady, didn't you know that? And I was President of the French Club in ...igh school." Neat!" Anyway, drop that little note in her ear when you see her, before things get too far along. Maybe there's some way for the committee to choose its own chair. Ask her." Thanks." I looked at the time. "Gotta dash, I want to take a different route to school this morning." I hustled my dishes into the dishwasher. I never leave. " Smack. "Girl." He fucked her hard, his stomach smacking into the sensitive glowing skin of her ass cheeks as she cried out over and over, completely losing control of her vocal cords.He pulled her off the back of the chair, yanking her back until he found the three seater couch and pushed her down onto the arm, bending her, so her nipples pointed at the ceiling. He grabbed her hands and placed one on her breast, the other between her trembling, slick, thighs."Play with yourself, Miss Mickey.. She blushed while bringing him tea her father made and then sat next to him. Both were hesitant first, but the father broke the silence and the couple got into small talk.They asked and answered all sorts of questions to each other but one honest secret about each other. Had they been forcibly tortured to spill out the truth, this is what they would have said,First the bride, “I’m 22 and a college dropout. I have no ambition in life and all I want to do is get married to a rich guy and spend. My music. God, that felt good!My musical tastes are simple and run from Bach to Garth Brooks, a cappella to ABBA. One of the things I had learned early on living with my wife and daughter was that if I liked it, they would hate it. That limited their music selections to pretty much anyone named Britney, Mandy and whoever else could chew bubblegum and hold a microphone at the same time. Or could paint their entire bodies with blue paint. But now it was just me and my music and the road. It was.