Tiffany was deliriously happy by the time Phil opened the car door for her. Dinner was fun but she regretted the choice to wear white to a rib joint. ...hil had found a theater 30 miles away that featured old movies so she got her first viewing of “To Sir, With Love” that night. She was still bubbly on the ride home.“That was so much fun!” she said. “I loved that movie. We’ll have to go again.”“I think we should go at least once or twice a month,” Phil agreed. “I’m not a big fan but I think I. Her husband Walter picked his head up from his book and quietly sighed. She was taking an adult creative writing course at the local community college and was stuck, at the moment, trying to write a short story assignment. She was always so unpleasant when something frustrated her. He tried to not take it personally, but he could not help empathically feeling some of her pain. He put his book down and stood up and walked over to her and asked, "What's wrong, Darling?" "I can't do this. I have. “So, your father fucked you and set up gang bangs for you?” I asked, wanting to hear more.She was taking my pants down when she saw my raging fuck pole. “Wow, you really do like sluts don’t you? Most guys need a blow job for a minute or two before they’re ready to go.”“Nope, I’m ready to pound that pussy, right now.” I picked up that naked body and threw her on the bed.“Well alright cowboy, let’s see what you got.” Said this hot slut, spreading her legs, inviting me in.I was in such a hurry, I. I fumbled with his belt when he stood up. Then his cool hands were under my top unhooking me in back. Soon I was topless.Paul took forever, kissing my neck, twirling my nipples in his fingers, kissing all around my breasts. He found out how sensitive I am underneath them. Then his lips wrapped around my nipple and I closed my eyes as my first little orgasm swept over me. "Oh god, Paul," I moaned.As I leaned back against the wall, Paul undid my boots and socks and began kissing my feet. I hope.