With all that extra cash if you need a date, I'm reasonably priced." Just, because I don't sell it doesn't mean I want to buy it." You don't look like...you'd ever have to. I'm just teasing you."When we pulled up out front of the dorm, she let me out, and stood by the car, as I made a trip up with the box. I then came back down with Bob for the groceries. I thanked her, and told her that I'd call her.We unpacked all the groceries, and put away the liquor. As I was wiping down the counter, the. “Hey guys, thanks again for the drinks. We wanted to return the gesture but what are you drinking? I see two empty beer bottles, but what’s in the pitcher?” Her voice was low and breathy.“Coke,” Bobby said.“Coke?” she said. “You kidding me? How can two young guys have as much fun as you’re having drinking Coke?”They looked at each other and laughed. Carl opened his jacket and showed her the bottle. “Rum and coke,” he said softly. “Want one?”She threw her head back and laughed. “Beautiful!” she. He stood in front of me, caressed the side of my head for a moment before pushing me onto my back. I felt my legs lifted onto his shoulders and he began caressing my ass. he simply held me there for what felt like an eternity his fingers occasionally entering my ass. "my god what a good little whore you are for daddy" he quietly whispered to me as he sat there filming me once again with his phone. I think he just like the way I squirmed for him while he fingered my ass and rubbed his hard cock. On the other hand, 14-year-old Cynthia, oftenthought, this small town crap was just boring.Besides, if you got in trouble, everybody knew aboutit, and you’d keep running into people you just hated.Not that Cynthia was getting into trouble a lot. Shewas a well-bred colt, active in extracurricularactivities and in church groups. Cynthia was prettymuch a creation of a Norman Rockwell painting, about5’1″, blue eyes, a dirty blonde ponytail and a well-scrubbed face. She was also.