I slept until around one before finally coming downstairs toeat. Dad was on the couch watching TV."Where the hell were you last night?" he said angril.... I pushed my hairout of my face and looked at him."I was at Brianne's. I fell asleep. Sorry."He shook his head and stood up. "What the hell were you doin'? You'realways with that bitch and you ain't never here. What's goin' on? Yougot shit to do here."I wanted to groan, but I would probably get knocked out if I did that."What do you need me to. " Then she bit her lip and I felt her pussy muscles relax and my cock slid in as she lowered herself down on me. When she bottomed out on my 9 incher she looked me in the eyes,"I've wanted this for a long time, I knew you were outside my window so many years ago, and I've cum soooo many time imagining that you climbed in the window and fucked me, now it is happening...fuck me good" she said in a low sultry voice. Actually, she was fucking me! as she began to slide up and down on my throbbing. They walked easily down the street. A thin stream of people drifted out of cafes and galleries now that the rain had ended. Puddles reflected grey clouds and violet patches of the late-summer sunset. Sandra felt relaxed in the setting. One than one storm had passed in the past hour. Marshall steered them around a corner on to a quiet side street lined with thick-trunked trees. The street traffic died away. “Here we go,” he said. “My wheels.” They stood beside a car that Sandra instantly. Oddly, he seemed to get more and more jittery each time I saw him, whereas I, on the other hand, was finding it more and more difficult to maintain a polite interest in his breathless rambling monologue. I let myself smile blandly as his avid, oddly high-pitched voice washed over me: something about a new job, buying a car, and trying out for his driver’s license next month. I smiled as I stared into his face without seeing it, in my mind I was envisioning the face of my new love: my true love..