... he was on the school bus, just like before. The bus pulled to a stop outside the school. As always, it was just before dawn. The sky was blue with...a few clouds lit by the rising sun. It was cool, as you'd expect at this time of the morning; girls were wearing sweaters, and guys were wearing light jackets or long-sleeved shirts.Cynthia was waiting for him by the lockers. "Morning!" she said brightly."Morning, yourself. How are you today?" He started on the buttons of his shirt."Not bad," she. "Ali, you've done everything else for me already. Could you stand one more favor? Could I use your bathroom?" Ali started to say, sure, when she remembered something."Ginger, I can do better than that. You can have a bath of your own. There's a second bedroom we pay for but never use. It has its very own bath that's cleaned religiously every day. Come on!" She glanced at Ginger and asked, "Where are your clothes?"The girl grinned and removed them from under the service cart. Then she quickly. "DON'T YOU DARE ARGUE WITH YOUR FATHER, GIRL. NOW STRIP ... OR SO HELP ME..."For a moment I was afraid that I had not played it right. Although I was supposed to be in charge I knew that she was the one really running this show. The woman always run the show, doesn't she?But my worries were alleviated when she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. I must have passed the test. I was very relieved. If this went well there might be others. I needed to stay sharp and mind her cues.When she. “Nice banana,” I smiled. “Even bigger than the ones you bought.”He untied my bikini top and slipped my short, yellow skirt down my legs. He kissed me through my tiny panties, then he slid them down my legs.“That’s the tastiest looking peach I’ve ever seen.”I pushed him flat on his back, and soon we were locked in a tight, hungry sixty-nine, me on top, right on my living-room carpet. I gulped down two big loads of very tasty sperm, and I smeared his face from forehead to chin with four very.