Hey, I'm not a cop, you're safe." He was dressed expensively, was thirty, maybe thirty-five. "How much?" he said."How much?" she repeated dumbly, not ...nderstanding what he meant.She saw that he was brazenly looking down the front of her blouse, the blouse that she has purposely worn without a bra because it revealed so much of her sweet titties. Then it suddenly dawned on her, struck like a bolt of lightning, actually, that the man thought she was a whore and was asking how much she would. Not uneasy -- at forty-three years old, he had a confidence in himself that few men his age possessed. He had a successful career (although not in botany -- that was a hobby), was well off and, he'd been told, wasn't bad looking either. At least, that's what the occasional lover told him. He never stayed with anyone too long because there had always been something lacking in those relationships. Something he couldn't quite define."Hey, you going to stand there all day and make me do the work,. I felt the moisture of last nights rain permeate my skin. Today was a cool, overcast sort of day. The rain had always been a good omen for me, so I assumed today was going to be an outstanding day. Coincidentally, I had been worrying about today, my first day being a senior in high school. Last year, I had taken both of my entry exams and passed them with flying colors and gained every credit I needed to graduate. I only went to school to socialize and meet new people. My friends say they love. She opened her legs and encouraged me to rub her clit with my cock again, and I sighed as her wet cunt enveloped me once more. Leanne was almost constantly orgasming as I thrust in and out of her, fucking hard and roughly, and I was desperate to cum inside her. But I couldn't, I couldn't – perhaps I was kidding myself that I had some morals left. I pulled out, and knelt between her wantonly spread legs. "Roll over," I growled, and grinned as she complied, presenting her pretty little arse to.